Sleepless nights, longs days, and making history

Posted on Jan 12 2015 - 8:18pm by Chris Medeiros

As I sit and recollect on those glorious days, one idea remains: I will never ever forget, the 2004 Boston Red Sox. The World Series games, yes somewhat. But more specifically, the 2004 ALCS.

As just a young middle-schooler, awkward smile and face full of braces, I sat breathless for several days and nights just a mere few inches away from my television screen. Too proud to rock glasses and not yet ready for contact lenses (this contributed a lot to my clumsy and goofy appearance),  my eyes were pinned to my t.v. as I positioned my chair right in front of it. The house was quiet and cold. My mom, grandma, grandpa, and two sisters (yes it was a tough upbringing, all growing up in a small ranch house in a town an hour outside of Boston) all were fast asleep as I stayed up every single night.

For what felt like years, I stayed up every night long past midnight with the thought of school the next morning a torturous thought. It was just me and my Red Sox. Little did I know I was watching history unfold right in front of my eyes. I could sense that something amazing was happening, but it wouldn’t be until years later that I fully understood the gravity of what I witnessed.

I stayed up every night to watch the 2004 ALCS ball games. It was a never ending voyage, an improbable fairy-tale that did not want to end. Every night the Sox faced elimination(trailing 3-0 to the NY Yankees at this point) and every night they overcame in the most obscure, memorable and dramatic way possible.

I never wanted it to end, and it didn’t. Not until they finally earned that Game 7 victory and all was right in the world. The World Series was nothing but an after-thought. My hear and soul knew that after that epic victory, nothing would stop this team from finishing the season in complete glory.

It was from this point on that I would forever cherish the Boston Red Sox. As mentioned, it wouldn’t be until years later that I realized just how big of an event I had actually witnessed. The fun ensued and the World Series win was not over. I’ll never forget the texture of my brand new black, mesh 2004 World Series Champion cap. The pure elation I felt was indescribable.

Heck, I even made it to the celebration parade, as I stood on mailboxes trying to get a glance of my idols. Fans in the crowd still wore the Johnny Damon beards. Pure legends. I promptly watched both the MLB and ESPN version documentaries of the 2004 season for several months after the fact. I even read the book Faithful for more months after, which depicted many details of the amazing season.

The experience is something I will carry to my grave, and as I think about all those who waited their entire lives to see the Sox get a championship I felt lucky. Lucky to be alive, and blessed to not only watch history, but to be a part of history.

 

 
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