
Yesterday, it was announced that Curt Schilling retired. When it was announced, ESPN classic started to play a program focusing on Schilling's career and then they played game 6 of the 2004 ALCS game against the Yankees. You know, the bloody sock game. At first, I was going to just watch a couple of innings and get on with doing other stuff, but the game and the emotion of those several hours back in 2004 brought me back and I sat there and watched the entire game.
Unlike the first time back in '04, this time I sat there with my 5 year old son on my lap and we had the advantage of knowing the outcome. My son Austin would ask questions every now and then, not about the game but where we were standing when a certain play happened and what I was thinking when Bellhorn hit the 3 run home run in the fourth inning. I was amazed that he still remembered a lot of the players from back then, he remembered Trot (the one with the dirty hat), Bronson (his favorite pitcher), Manny (who had short hair back then), and even Johnny Damon (back when he was nice and played for us).
I felt so glad to be able to share that game with him. I told him that we are watching this because Curt Schilling retired and he won't ever pitch again. I told him that one day, whether it is 20 years from now or 50 years from now, you can sit and watch this same game with your children/grandchildren and let them know that you saw this, the game that changed everything.
This was the game that changed everything for me. I would like to be able to say that I always believed that we would win but I would have to say it was more of a hope than a belief. Watching this game again last night, I remembered feeling hope that we would win, but not really believing it. When Schilling took the mound with blood seeping through his sock, I remember I choked up a little and said that this guy is giving up his career for us to win. He is giving it all so he can "silence the 55,000 fans from New York". I remembered the feeling I had when Bellhorn hit the three run home run which was originally ruled a base hit and then later overturned. I told my wife that we would never in the past have gotten that call reversed. I sat there and watched in disbelief as I looked upon everything I hoped to happen slowly materialize.
Even in the later innings, I hoped but didn't believe. I was continually waiting for the "other shoe to fall". I thought that that had happened when Arod slapped the ball from Bronson which scored Jeter from first. I remember thinking, "here it is", but then even that call got reversed and we got out of the inning. In the ninth, with Tony Clark up with 2 men on, I hoped for a strike out, but believed that Clark would hit a 3 run home run to beat us. I got the strike out.
It is amazing how different things are now. For my son, I don't think watching that game even made sense to him. He saw things during that game that he doesn't see at games anymore. He would ask, "Why is that Yankee fan dressed like a ghost and wearing Babe Ruth on his back?" I told him, "back then, the Yankee ghosts of October would always show up and we would lose." He replied, "But now, we win." He asked about the 1918 chant and I explained that to him and then he saw a sign from a Yankee fan that read, "God is a Yankee fan." Austin simply said, "No He isn't" and I replied, "He answered our prayers that night." Sox fans lived in a different world than the one we live in today.
While watching the game with my son, he realized something that he learned from watching this game. He said that Schilling, on one hand, was hurt and still tried hard and did well, and on the other hand, the Yankees, especially ARod, had to cheat and hit the ball from Bronson to try to win. He said that is why God let the Red Sox win, He didn't like cheaters.
My biggest enjoyment from watching that game was the total look of shock on the Yankee fans near the end of the game and the smiles on the few Sox fans that were there at Yankee Stadium. It was like I was through the looking glass, where white is black and black is white.
Schilling did what he said when he first came to us back in November 2003. He silenced the Yankee crowd and he ended an 86 year old curse - just like what he said in the truck commercial. Thanks Curt for changing the way us Sox fans watch the games and for giving us something to remember 80 years down the road.
Opening day is less than 2 weeks away... it is getting close!