Rick's Cafe Americain

Before people in New England start naming their kids “Damon” or “Papi” or “Francona” (We call him Frankie!), keep in mind that the Red Sox have been in the World Series before - and they’ve made it by overcoming considerable odds to win the AL pennant. (Donnie Moore, anyone?)

I trust that this time, like all of those other times, the Red Sox will have the kind of dramatic moments that Bostonians will talk about for generations. Things like Fisk willing his home run fair to win Game 6 in 1975. Or The back-to-back homers by Evans and Gedman in game 7 in 1986. What happened both times? The Red Sox lost.

Wake me when they are celebrating in Houston St. Louis, please. (And I don’t mean November 2, Karol.) (Joke relevant to the anticipated Clemens win in Game 7 removed. -ed.)

I certainly wouldn’t agree to have the presidential race decided by proxy in the World Series.

Flip-Flopper.

Shame on you, didn’t that amazing, incredible, wonderful, impossible comeback teach you to believe?  I’m the most cynical person you’re ever likely to meet, and not much of a baseball fan, but my breath has rarely been more baited, my emotions more excited and my hopes better fufilled than by the ascendance of the sox and the collapse of the Yankees.  I’m sticking with the Bill Simmons theory, this is just like the USA hockey team of lore, they beat the russians, now we just have to settle down and mop up a decent team for the gold.