Eighth anniversary of the Bartman Incident

[El Supremo]

October 14, 2003 was a big day in baseball for the country. And it was a big day in baseball for me.

My wife and I had flown to Boston for a vacation. Neither of us had ever been to Boston and didn't know what to expect. I scored some seats on the internet to game 4 of the ALCS between the hated Yankees and the "Cowboy Up" Red Sox. The whole town was in a frenzy over the Red Sox returning to the World Series and another chance to win it and break the Curse of the Bambino. And what made it more exciting was that the opponent could very well be the Chicago Cubs who had their Curse of the Billy Goat. That meant than one team would be able to end an 85 or 95 year drought. Everyone was sure that the Cubs were better than the Marlins and the Red Sox were better than the Yankees. It was going to be a World Series for the ages.

We went to Fenway on Sunday night for game four and waited in our seats until it was called for rain. Bummer. That was going to mess up our planned schedule for the vacation. But at least I got to meet Jon Miller and Joe Morgan (man, he's really short!). Our tickets weren't good for the next day's game and we had to wait until the Tuesday afternoon start for the make up game. We really got to know the T during all this.

Well, the game was pretty exciting with Manny hitting two home runs. But Boston just couldn't overcome the early lead that the Yankees had. I have to admit that I was more in awe of Fenway Park than the game. We got back on the T and went west to pick up our car to drive to Manchester, New Hampshire so my wife could visit her friend. I wanted to get to the hotel quickly so I could watch the Cubs/Marlins game on TV. There was still hope. The Red Sox were down 3 games to 2 and the Cubs were up 3 to 2. I was really pumped.

As I was having a beer in the room and getting tired after a big day, I saw it. The idiot mother fucking Chicago fan wearing his stupid Walkman ruined the catch of Moises Alou. His own fucking man! The game then went to hell and I got drunk. The next day Boston won but Chicago got eliminated. Then on Thursday Brett Fucking Boone ruins it all in the 11th. So much for history being made and curses being vanquished.

[Condem]

1. You owe me $1000 smackers, El.

That wasn't worth reading.

[trumad]

2. 8th Anniversary

Of proof that Cub fans are douchebags.

[madinmaryland]

3. You were a Cubs fan then??

:wtf:

[El Supremo]

6. Some explanation is justified here....

When I moved to Denver there was no major league team here. Because of WGN, the Chicago Cubs were the most popular team. This had been going on for many years before the Rockies arrived in 1993. The Cubs remained popular for many years and still have a following.

I must admit that I still like them along with the Rockies, but all other National League teams suck.

[wilt the stilt]

7. El Supremo- r u still in Denver

if you are I am going to Denver next week for a conference. I will be downtown from Sunday-10/23-10/26. do you want to grab a beer?

[Condem]

8. Yeah right, El.

You've had more teams than there are current OWS cities.

[madinmaryland]

10. *snort* Good one, Condem!

:spray:

[KamaAina]

4. That's "Aaron Fucking Boone" to you

:grr:

[El Supremo]

5. Oops. There are too many Fucking Boones to keep straight. n/m

[wilt the stilt]

9. how about the original-Ray the dad

[El Supremo]

11. There is more to the story....

We flew into Boston on Saturday night. That was the night Pedro Martinez threw Popeye to the ground. I didn't Know what was happening. I caught a bit on the news but didn't know the whole story until we got the paper in the morning.

[wilt the stilt]

12. a stellar moment in Red sox history n/t