Maybe I'm projecting here a bit, but people know this team at its core, fundamental level, is not as good as the 2004, 2007, 2013, or 2018 teams. Hell, they might not even be as good as 2002, 2003, 2008, 2016, or 2017. They're probably most comparable to the 2005 squad: a weird mishmash of a thunderous lineup and a mediocre pitching staff that somehow managed to succeed despite a toxic clubhouse environment and a ton of injuries that put the season in peril. The difference, of course, is that the 2005 team (and fans) had all the expectations in the world on them, and the 2021 team does not.
This is a good, not great, team, that's at its absolute peak performance on both sides of the ball. The fans, by and large, recognize that (projection again?), and combined with late-stage pandemic tension relief, contributes to a celebratory environment characterized by what they know best: pummeling the opposition with their collective voice into submission.
Making it to the ALDS was all I wanted. Beating the Yankees decisively was icing on a tasty cake. Beating the Rays poured on maple bourbon glaze. Demolishing the Astros is doing lines of coke on the table when you're drunk on the bourbon.
It's thrilling, exciting, and I'm here for it.