WE WON

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Pigs can fly, hell is frozen, the slipper finally fits,
and Impossible Dreams really can come true.

WHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

CELEBRATION UPDATES: Although police had to use tear gas to keep the celebrating crowd confined to a certain area in Kenmore Square, by and large the thousands of fans who poured into Boston streets have been loud and happy, but controlled. Police have blocked off Yawkey Way and Lansdowne Street, but Boylston Street and Brookline Ave. are jammed. 

... seriously, congrats to the red sox. i hope that their fans are having a grand old time ... they and their team deserve to celebrate!

Fans are body-surfing, but there are no reports of trouble or injuries. 

god following this team has made my job so great this year

YOU FORGOT CANADA

cause america IS da world like duh ;-)

Wtf is up with the song Fox was playing? "These days I barely get by, I don't even try"?

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No doubt in my mind Lowe would've pitched the 8th (& probably finish the game) if it wasn't for his spot coming to the plate w/ the bases loaded in the 7th.

Meanwhile, I do like in its perfectly sentimental way this post from the guy who started that 'Win It For' thread elsewhere:

I imagine that many of woke up your precious children – and held them in front of your television sets - so that they could actually bear witness to the undeniable fact that the impossible is just not a dream.

I imagine that tears began to run down your cheeks as you remembered your grandfathers, your dads and moms, your kid sisters, your first baseball coach, the father who lived next door who taught how to bat like Tony C.

I imagine that some of you quietly turned off your television sets and headed for the local cemetery so that you could toast one with a beloved relative who had lived – and died – a Red Sox fan.

In the end, Red Sox Nation, this improbable victory surely brought tears and smiles together as close as they can ever be. Like most of you, a kaleidoscope of emotions and thoughts swirled in my mind.

Not long after the final out, I suddenly remembered the elderly man I ran across during a power walk around Newton following Game Six of the 1986 World Series. When he saw me through the early morning mist, utterly dejected, helpless, in the throws of abject pathos, he stopped me and whispered, “Son, this is the darkest day in this town since Jack Kennedy was shot.”

He would assuredly agree with me now that this is the happiest day in this town since V.E. Day.

I also thought of my old neighbor, Mr. Jim Lakis, a passionate Red Sox fan for more than fifty years. If you walked by Mr. Lakis’s house the day after Game Six back in ’86, you would have observed a shattered television in the trash, a baseball bat lodged right through the screen. When I ran across Mrs. Lakis three weeks later at Star Market, she burst into tears. “We will never see it, will we, Shaunie” she cried.

While Mr. Lakis died five years ago, Mrs. Lakis did finally see her Sox win the whole damn thing a few hours ago.

In the end, people talk about all the ghosts Red Sox fans live with, but they have it all wrong. It isn't the ghost of Babe Ruth or Bill Buckner or all the names associated with a curse that never really existed. Instead, it is the ghosts we can still see when we walk into Fenway Park. It's our fathers and our mothers and our grandparents. It's our next-door neighbors and our baseball coaches and our aunts. Those are the ghosts that matter to us. Those are the ghosts we see, huddled together, watching their team and the game intently.

Fans of any team can say this to some extent because life is about sorrow and joy. But it's a little different for Red Sox fans because we're still going to the same ballpark that our parents and grandparents went to. We don't have to imagine them sitting there, we can literally see them as they were.

And then there's commonality of disappointment, of waiting for something that never comes. We all have relatives who died waiting for the Red Sox to win. We all have relatives who wonder how many years they have left. That has now been all put to rest.

For those of us who have followed the Sox for over forty years, the victory marks both a beginning – and an end. While we have made peace with all of our Sox relatives and friends who have passed on over the years, there was always a little unfinished business between us – and them. Now, with this incomparable victory, that too is complete.

And so, after all of these years, we can finally have a clean goodbye to our beloved departed. That is why there were so many tears were shed in living rooms all over New England and beyond as the World Series trophy was presented to an heroic and most deserving team.

Indeed, as the players circled around each other in celebration on the field, the words to an old standard from the Forties mysteriously came into my head. “I’ll Be Seeing You” was a song penned especially for the heart rendering times of World War II, when millions of families said goodbye to loved ones, not knowing if they would ever see them again. Even amidst a swell of jubilation, I began to picture all of those relatives and family friends who had touched my lives through the special vehicle of the Boston Red Sox over the years. The words to the song came to me like an epiphany:

“I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces – all day through
In that small café, the park across the way
The children’s carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well
I’ll be seeing you in every lovely summer’s day
In everything that’s light and gay
I’ll always think of you that way
I’ll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon –
But I’ll be seeing you.

For years, I often wondered how I would react when the Red Sox won a Worlds Series victory. now I can report my response.

Yes, when the Sox won, I fervently rejoiced with a passion that surprised even me. But later, much later, I went outside. For a long time, I just looked at the moon.

This has been a helluva thread. Thanks for sharing the best part of yourselves with me.

All the best.

Shaun Kelly
aka jacklamabe65

YOU FORGOT CANADA.

Isnt there going to be some sort of baseball world cup in 2006 or something?

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In Toledo, Ohio, Democratic presidential nominee and Bostonian John F. Kerry watched the final two innings from his hotel room, bursting into the hallway after the last out to high-five his Secret Service detail.

"I've been rooting for this day since I was a kid," he said. "This Red Sox team came back against all odds and showed America what heart is."

I kind of know these people.

he tasted too much NYC capitalism in the past, perhaps?

as such can someone star out her last name there plz?