I'm truly amazed by any Sox fan who wasn't a bunch of twisted, jangled nerves before and during Game 7. I had huge hope but certainly nothing that could be construed as confidence.
Yes, the pressure was on the wanks. They were the ones faced with earning an all-time gag label. But that's for players, not fans.
To me 2003 ALCS Game 7, with a lead, Pedro on the mound and an excellent bullpen behind him, the Holy Grail was well within reach. To miss it, especially in the fashion they did (fuck you, Gump), was one of the biggest nut punches ever. It was a nut punch that could only be topped by something so improbable as to be completely and utterly unprecedented...
...such as coming all the way back from 0-3 only to lose it in Game 7. That would've been the mother of all nut punches, and that's why I couldn't sleep.
Yes, the pressure was on the wanks. They were the ones faced with earning an all-time gag label. But that's for players, not fans.
To me 2003 ALCS Game 7, with a lead, Pedro on the mound and an excellent bullpen behind him, the Holy Grail was well within reach. To miss it, especially in the fashion they did (fuck you, Gump), was one of the biggest nut punches ever. It was a nut punch that could only be topped by something so improbable as to be completely and utterly unprecedented...
...such as coming all the way back from 0-3 only to lose it in Game 7. That would've been the mother of all nut punches, and that's why I couldn't sleep.