1/9/18 is just a date

BlackJack

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I was just creating a document at work and part of the standard format is to enter the creation date on the cover page. And there it was, staring me in the face. 1/9/18. Prior to the championships this probably would have put me in a bad mood for some portion of the morning. Except that we would all be on complete overload of stories, discussion, and whatnot regarding the impending 100 year anniversary of the 'last' championship.

Instead it's a nothing little thing that made me go 'huh' and reflect on how the Red Sox have been relegated to a much smaller part of my brain. I enjoy watching and following them of course, but I don't live and die with them like I used to. I'm not in the least bit sad or reminiscent about that mind you - the Red Sox now land squarely into a socially acceptable obsession (well, assuming you ask the right people...)

Sorry if this isn't main board worthy, just thought it would be nice to reflect on how nice it is that they managed to finally win it all a few times.
 

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Great thread, and it’s interesting that the date didn’t resonate with me until reading it. I still think back to the ‘04 postseason all the time. Truly amazing.
 

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I think I still think about Sox-related matters too much. But I don't agitate over every move and non-move. I don't fear and loathe every Yankee move (I've graduated to just loathing). I agree with you, Blackjack. Was I annoyed about losing to Houston in the playoffs? Sure. But it didn't put me into a week-long funk. I didn't hear any clock ticking inside my head. No more thoughts of one more season going down the drain, one less year left for it to happen.

It's sad that so much of my mental well-being was for so long dependent on how the Sox were doing and actually hampered by their post-season failures, but that was reality.

Was.
 

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One hundred years ago today, our starting pitcher went eight innings and surrendered two runs while plating two runs of his own on a triple in a 3-2 win that gave the Red Sox a three games to one lead in the World Series. He also played leftfield in ninth after Bullet Joe Bush relieved him. That pitcher was Babe Ruth, who, like 1918, can now just be celebrated as part of our team's illustrious history.
 

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It took me a second read of the title before it resonated which is how I know the old ghosts are gone. Prior to 2004 that number combo would have made my subconscious flinch - but now it’s just another reason to remember 04, 07, and 2013.

I’ve had the (mis?)fortune of working closely with some die-hard Yankee fans since 2004 and their barbs about 86 years and “count the rings” just wash over me (however I still can’t watch Boone’s shot off Wakefield land - haven’t seen it still).

I’d hate to imagine the doom and gloom that would be the mainboard if the “curse” bullshit was still going on (and even after the Cubs won before the Sox). The collective souls of Red Sox fans survived the exorcism and can now laugh as Mystique and Aura returned to the club they came from instead of being the spirit animals of MFY fans everywhere.
 

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1967 to 1986 19 years
1986 to 2004 18 years

Ah, but what about 1975?
Well, did you know there actually was a season wherein the Red Sox won the World Series after winning 75 games during the regular season?

1918
 

Al Zarilla

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I was just creating a document at work and part of the standard format is to enter the creation date on the cover page. And there it was, staring me in the face. 1/9/18. Prior to the championships this probably would have put me in a bad mood for some portion of the morning. Except that we would all be on complete overload of stories, discussion, and whatnot regarding the impending 100 year anniversary of the 'last' championship.

Instead it's a nothing little thing that made me go 'huh' and reflect on how the Red Sox have been relegated to a much smaller part of my brain. I enjoy watching and following them of course, but I don't live and die with them like I used to. I'm not in the least bit sad or reminiscent about that mind you - the Red Sox now land squarely into a socially acceptable obsession (well, assuming you ask the right people...)

Sorry if this isn't main board worthy, just thought it would be nice to reflect on how nice it is that they managed to finally win it all a few times.
Your company trying to start a Y3K panic?
 

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There are some main board threads you could stay out of, you know.
Fair, that just confused me, since I'm pretty sure the World Series has never been in January and no one else was saying anything. Happy to delete if you like...
 

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I love the thread title.

Going to The Toilet used to be extremely annoying with all the “19-18” sing song taunts.

Now it’s only a little bit annoying and that’s down to the fact that it’s an antiseptic, soulless pile of cement, not anything to do with the Red Sox.
 

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As a Red Sox crazed kid in the 80’s who was born in 1975, I remember seeing highlights of Fisk’s homer and that team in general, and looking at it almost the same way I would look at highlights of Ted Williams. It seemed so foreign and abstract to me as a 12 year old — events I had no memory of and were ancient history to me.

It is amazing to me that 2004 was 14 years ago. I remember it like yesterday — I vividly remember sitting in the 1st base upper box seats for game 3 of the Yankees series — stayed the whole game with my cousin who was a diehard Yankee fan who came from Manhatten to attend the game with me. Neither of us said a word from the 6th inning on — she knew how angry and hurt I was — there MAY have been 15,000 people left at the end of that game.

My colleague and I drove through Charlestown and Faneuil Hall blaring “Don’t Stop Believing” with the windows open, screaming and beeping for an hour after game 7. Just drove around — it was fucking awesome.

I almost don’t remember the vitriol I had for the Yankees and their obnoxious and entitled fans back then. Almost. The Little Brother Syndrome we all had was infuriating.

I will go to my grave cherishing every moment of those two weeks.