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Chapters (29)
  1. Introduction
  2. Spring Training WELCOME TO NEXT YEAR
  3. March 25th
  4. April/May WHO ARE THESE GUYS?
  5. April 4th
  6. April 10th
  7. April 18th
  8. April 29th
  9. May 11th
  10. May 23rd
  11. June THE JUNE SWOON
  12. June 20th
  13. July TURN THE PAGE
  14. July 15th
  15. July 24th
  16. August THE HOTTEST AUGUST ON RECORD
  17. August 17th
  18. September/October HANGIN’ TOUGH
  19. September 14th
  20. September 17th
  21. October 2nd
  22. The ALDS SOMEBODY GOT-TA PAY
  23. October 8th
  24. The ALCS BEYOND THUNDERDOME
  25. October 19th/ALCS Game 5
  26. The World Series THE POSSIBLE DREAM
  27. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  28. BOSTON RED SOX 2004 STATS
  29. Copyright

The Sox are up 4–0 as the game rolls into the ninth, and I find I can’t sit down. As Foulke comes in, I’m muttering the lyrics to his Fenway entrance music, Danzig’s “Mother” (“And if you want to find Hell with me, I can show you what it’s like”). He gets Edgar Renteria, then has Larry Walker 0-2 when he just lays a fastball in there, and Walker golfs it out. I watch Johnny turn and watch it, then I’m out of the room, swearing and pacing through the house. It’s okay, we’ve got a three-run lead and there’s no one on. Foulkie just has to go after hitters and not walk anybody. Pujols gets behind and jaws at the ump after a borderline call, then skies one deep to left (oh crap) that Manny settles under (whew)—that’s two. Scott Rolen, 0 for the series, is taking, gets behind, then inexplicably takes the 1-2 pitch, which, while slightly in, is clearly a strike, and the ump punches him out to end the game. We’re up 3–0 and I’m jumping around the room.

Petey came through so big, and Manny, and Billy Mueller hitting with two down. We’re a game away. I’ve been a strike away before, so I’m already trying to play it down, but, damn, I didn’t expect us to ever be up 3–0 on the Cards. The idea of winning it all sends me romping through the house, bellowing the Dropkick Murphys’ “Tessie,” even though I don’t know all the words: “Up from third base to Hun-ting-ton, they’d sing another vic-t’ry sooooooong—two, three, four!”

Boston has now won seven in a row (tying a postseason record), pushing the Cards to the brink where the Red Sox themselves stood only a week ago. The most amazing thing about the World Series part of the Red Sox run is that the Cardinals have yet to lead in a single game. Their manager, Tony La Russa, certainly knows this, and while his part of the postgame news conference seemed long to me, it must have seemed interminable to him. He looked more like a middle-level racketeer being questioned in front of a grand jury than a successful baseball manager. Part of the reason for La Russa’s long face may have had to do with the game’s key play, which came in the third inning, when Cardinals base runner (and starting pitcher) Jeff Suppan was thrown out at third.