By now the majority of people know the story of the 2004 Boston Red Sox, winning their first World Series since 1918, coming back from down 0-3 to the Yankees, the bloody sock.. the list goes on and on. However, only a select few know the story that propelled that team to their World Series title and many more after that…
I’m sure there are millions of stories similar to this one from Red Sox fans from that fateful year. Whether it was skipping class during the postseason run because for some odd reason you realized that when you’d go to class, the Sox would lose. That was me by the way.. that Yankees series and the World Series just about got me kicked out of school. This isn’t the that story though, there is not much to write about for that story besides skipping class and watching the Sox win 8 games in a row.
This is the story of a fateful night at the Dirty O (Option House) where everything just kind of aligned and as they say… it was meant to be.
To give a little background it was sometime in July, I was the great age of 19 at the time… yes, I was underage at the bar, but so was forty percent of the other people in there. I was not yet the Plus Size Male Model, that I am today. That would develop later on in life… Back to the story, everybody in town knew once midnight hit, the Dirty O was the place to be. Constantly packed, it was a chore to move around in there. The pissers would never work, or would get ripped or kicked out of the wall so taking a piss was an absolute free for all.. wherever you wanted to go, you went.
So there I was along with a group of friends, they were all older than I was which is how I was able to get in all the time.. that, and the bouncer was and still is a good friend of mine. There were six of us that would constantly go out, one was a Giants fan, three were Yankees fans and that left myself and our other buddy as the lone Sox fans. We would constantly get harassed by the Yankees fans about how the Sox would never win a World Series, how it had been 86 years, the Yankees own them… we put up with a lot of shit, not just from our friends but from others that would be out at the bar.
There we were in our little group bickering about how the Sox and Yanks were going to be going at it to see who was going to win the AL East this year. We all went to get beers and of course, Jager Bombs… they were big back then. We got back into our circle and were talking when I turned to my fellow Sox fan and said, “It is time I get a Red Sox hat.” I barely finished the sentence, when out of the corner of my eye.. like an angel gracefully floating through the sky to bless someone.. a Red Sox hat fell directly into my hand… I looked at the hat, turned to my buddy, his eyes were the size of baseballs at this incredible miracle that had just happened before us all.. I turned back to the hat, raised it high into the air and then proceeded to run up and down the bar like a complete maniac screaming, “ITS A SIGN!! ITS A SIGN!!”
The Yankee fans brushed it off like it was nothing, but it was in that instance that the slogan for the playoffs that year for the Sox was “Believe” and I for one certainly believed that it was destiny for them to win it that year. All because of the miracle hat that fell into one believers hands… the Sox were able to comeback from 0-3, sweep the Cards in the Series, then proceed to add World Series title after World Series title from ’04 up to this current one in ’18…
So that is the story of how in one night at least two Red Sox fans knew for a fact that it was going to be a year of destiny… and the rest is history!!
Large Alan
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