From Her Perspective

 So the Red Sox won another World Series!  This is, of course, great news!  Anyone who doesn’t think so is definitely a Communist, Nazi, or something equally horrible, like a Steve Urkel fan.  I never, ever consider myself a sports aficionado, so I preface this once again by saying that whatever I put into this column henceforth is strictly based on my non-knowledge of sports, love of beer and any excuse to dance on a bar.  My experience with the last World Series is very different from this season’s win.  Is one better than the other?  Probably not, but here’s my take on it…

Okay, in 2004, I was very excited to watch the games because the series with the Yankees was so exciting (please note that I don’t actually know what that series is called so I’m not going to pretend that I do, okay?!).  Winning the 289 games in a row that the Sox did was really cool.  They came back from behind against a team that they have hated for a billion years (I know these exact dates because I watched that documentary on HBO about said rivalry AND I because I saw Fever Pitch.) and it was really moving.  I also spent every night either on my couch with my roommate, binge drinking Bud Light and Arbor Mist (depending, I mean sometimes we felt fancy and sometimes we wanted to keep it real), and staying up well past our bedtimes, switching between the game and Dance 360 when things got too intense.  We were hungover for six weeks and it was all worth it.

In 2007, I think I watched a couple of games.  The games with the Tigers were fun because you didn’t always know who was going to win.  I never went to a bar; one night I watched three or four innings with a couple of Labatt Blue Lights (yum) and that was about it.  Oh yeah, and I guess I got engaged the night before that big Saturday game a couple of weeks ago, so I wasn’t really that concerned about baseball, rather I was more interested in contacting all of my ex-boyfriends and bragging about the size of my new fiancé’s dick.  Just kidding, that would be totally mean.  I mean, they lost me, haven’t they suffered enough without my rubbing their faces in it?  Anyway, that said, baseball was pretty much the last thing on my mind and yes, I was a total girl and got very annoyed when people wanted to talk about that instead of about me.  So maybe I was a little biased here.

In 2004, my roommate and I watched the majority of the World Series at our favorite bar, CitySide.  Everyone was jumping up and down and dancing on the bar (my true favorite part) and making out.  Everyone was doing shots and “Dirty Water” was blasting over the speakers.  On TV, the team was doing that thing that always makes me cry – running out into the field and jumping up and down like little kids – I just think it’s really nice, okay?  Leave me alone!  And then there were more shots and making out.  It was a great night.

In 2007, I went to bed at 9:00 PM and didn’t even watch the game because I was too tired from being out the night before.  That’s what old age does to you, I guess.  That, and it felt sort of old hat-ish to me.  I mean, it’s very cool, but winning for the first time in 86 years is a lot more exciting than winning for the first time in two years.  This is not to say that this weekend’s win is any less awesome – in fact, it’s  probably even more exciting because that last big win happened so recently and nobody thought it would happen again so soon.  I’m just saying that I didn’t get to make out with anyone OR get free shots like I did in 2004 so maybe I’m just bitter.  But when I watched the news the following morning, and they cut to a shot of the 2007 team rushing the field and screaming like little kids, I definitely cried again.

Now that the season is over, people will be focusing on the Next Big Thing, and this 2007 team will go down in history for repeating the impossible.  The parade will have already happened by the time this issue comes out, and we will have yet another reason to show outsiders why Boston is the best.  In time, I’ll probably start remembering more key moments of this 2007 series, and feel as warm and fuzzy as I do about 2004.  In the meantime, I hope nobody got in too much trouble for ditching work/school, that you haven’t partied yourself out too much to enjoy tonight’s big party at Hurricane’s, and that you don’t send me too much hate mail for openly admitting ignorance about America’s Pastime or my love of Steve Urkel.  It took a lot of courage to do so, okay?  See you tonight!