It doesn't matter what call you heard, either it was Fox broadcaster Joe Buck and "Back to Foulke! Red Sox fans have longed to hear it-The Boston Red Sox are world champions." Or it was Red Sox radio play by play announcer Joe Castiglione "Foulke to the set. The 1-0 pitch, here it is. Swing and a ground ball stabbed by Foulke. He has it. He underhands to first and the Boston Red Sox are the World Champions! For the first time in 86 years, the Red Sox have won baseball's world championship. Can you believe it?" Every Red Sox fan knows where they were when the Red Sox broke the curse and we at Red Sox life would like to share where we were on that unforgettable night.
I was 13 years old, in the past 2 years I had moved from Vermont to California and then on to Hawaii. The game started at 2pm and I had football practice until 4pm. As soon as practice ended I ran back to my dad's classroom, he was the chemistry teacher and sat down at one of the lab tables in front of the TV. My parents grew up half an hour south of Boston so they had waited 40 years for this night. When the ninth inning started our family huddled together. With two outs my eyes were glued on the TV but my dad looked away, after a lifetime of heartbreak he couldn't watch his team who was so close to the ultimate prize. After he heard the call from Buck he was finally able to look at the TV quick enough to see the celebration. He told me he waited 40 years for that moment and he was jealous that I only had to wait 13 years.
My wife and I were home watching. When the 27th out was recorded we threw our arms around each other and I whispered, "They did it...they finally did it!" while fighting back a tear or two. Having been a witness to the 1986 Game 6 debacle from the Shea Stadium auxiliary press box in right field, and Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS along the 1st base line at Yankee Stadium, I had come to the conclusion that it was never going to happen.
I went to Boston for Game One and just watched it from the Bertuccis bar. I just wanted to be as close to the Boston fans as possible.
For the final game,I was in the basement watching the game with my little sister (13 at the time). My younger brothers were in college, and my parents were out. When the last pitch came, I gave her the strongest hug I could. I gave gave out a first pump and called every friend who was a Sox fan.I then had smile on my face for the rest of the Fall.
I watched the Red Sox win the 2004 World Series in the newsroom of my hometown newspaper in Butte, Montana.
As the final outs ticked down, I exchanged several phone calls with my dad, wishing I was watching the game with him. I also argued with my buddy Scott Ferguson on the phone about what headline should dominate the front page of the sports section. We finally settled on “Cursed No More.”
After the game, I went home, sat in my recliner and sipped Budweisers while flipping back and forth between SportsCenter and ESPNews, watching the highlights, interviews and celebration over and over until the sun came up.
I was living in the Netherlands watching it on Internet in the middle of the night... beer and chips and lots of jumping up and down trying to yell subdued so as not to wake the rest of the house (baby girl 3 months old)...
That Fall was an incredible one for sports, the Sox on their run and the Pats on their consecutive wins streak and then winning it all in February. The previous October one of my teachers (I was a junior in high school then) welcomed the class officially into Red Sox Nation because of Boone hitting the walk off and thought I finally get why everyone's always thinking negatively when it came to the Sox. Anyways I went to Game 2 with my cousin and a few of my aunts and uncles. I Remember that the atmosphere was completely different than playing the Yankees in the series before. The ride home on the T even had people finally starting to talk aloud about actually winning it all. Once the sweep was completed I remember celebrating with friends but most importantly coming home late that night and finding my family still up and going straight to my Dad and hugging/picking him up laughing and congratulating each other!
So where were you Red Sox Nation? Were you lucky enough to be in St. Louis to see it in person? Let us know in the comments section or tell us on twitter. You can tweet at us by clicking here.