Where do I Start?
October 25, 2004
There are just too many themes and stories, plots and subplots, and texts and subtexts of this year’s baseball postseason. There is the whole curse of the Bambino angle, the improbable Red Sox comeback over the Evil Empire, and the Roy Hobbsian story of Curt Schilling bleeding through his socks.
For my part, I love all the small stories of redemption. It was Tim Wakefield, who coughed up the series-winning homerun to Aaron Boone in 2003, only to come back this year and win the crucial game five over the Yankees. It was Mark Bellhorn emerging from a slump to deliver key hits to beat the Yankees (and, since then, to deliver key hits against the Cardinals as well.) It was Derek Lowe recovering from a woefully disappointing season to win the clinching games in both the AL Division Series and AL Championship Series.
You couldn’t write these stories in advance. They are too quirky and almost entirely unpredictable. And that is one of the things that makes baseball great.
Now if the Red Sox can only stop making so many damn errors.
Posted by Bill Trippe at October 25, 2004 1:45 PM
