Watching the Patriots comeback from the dead last night to win the Superbowl in overtime brought back painful memories of 2004. Now, New England has two resurrection pelts on their belt. And, I still can’t get over the first one.
It’s been 4,492 days since the end of the 2004 ALCS, and it still haunts me.
I do like to jest about it now and say it was the Red Sox who choked in that ALCS, since they let the Yankees win the first three games. But, really, who am I kidding with that one? The Yankees had the Red Sox number for 85 YEARS and then they let it all fall to pieces in 2004. And, since that time, the Red Sox have gone on to win three World Series rings in 13 years. (The Yankees, meanwhile, have won just one in the last 16 years.)
I mean…that Yankees had it! Game 4, just three outs away…and then the walk to Millar and the steal by Roberts. So, damn, freaking close.
Then there was the Tom Gordon meltdown in Game 5 – when the Yankees were 6 outs away from taking it.
Don’t even get me started about the Bloody Sock Game – I was there. The Yankees had no plan of attack on Schilling. Plus, getting beat on a 3-run homer from the nine-hitter? That’s sort of Bucky Dent kind of painful. And, there was no way the Yankees were winning Game 7 and dropping four, five and six they way that they did…no chance, at all.
Gordon, Quantrill, Vazquez and Brown. Gosh, they were arsonists in this one. But, that’s what Cashman gave Torre – and, Joe was going to use them if they were on the roster. Vazquez, Brown and Gordon, known headcases when the pressure was on…
Twelve years later, New England does it again.
I’m not a football fan. Last night doesn’t bother me – other than the fact that it brings back the pain of 2004, which is hard to forget (and forgive!) in the first place.