In case anyone's curious what it was like tonight in the Big Apple:
7:10 PM: Sox fans gather at downtown Manhattan Sox/Pats/Celts/B's bar to watch game.
7:50 PM: A restaurant/bar proprieter who is a die-hard Sox fan arrives to watch game with gang; several other Sox fans follow suit. All order drinks.
8:50 PM: A Fenway season ticket holder/Tribeca resident arrives at the bar wearing a cowboy hat, plaid shirt, and doing the "hook em horns!" rally cry at every opportunity. She is often confused with Sandra Bullock but is not Sandra Bullock.
Ongoing: Sox bar's bartenders make continual, predictable and unpredictable anti-Yankee, pro-Texas, pro-Texas music, eff the Yankees conversation throughout the duration of the game.
9:00 All's quiet, and relatively hitless, on the Western Front.
9:50 PM: MFY fans begin to show up.
9:55 PM: More MFY fans show up. Honestly, they really have no idea.
10:03 PM: I think to myself: 3,316 bars in Manhattan, and *******s decide to watch Game 6 of the ALCS at a downtown Manhattan RED SOX BAR? That's sort of like me taking the 6 train up to the South Bronx to watch the Sox in the playoffs at Stan's across from Yankee Stadium just for shits and giggles. I mean, I know I have issues and all, but this just MAKES NO f***ING SENSE.
10:16: My bourbon kicks in.
10:27: My bourbon REALLY kicks in.
10:30: Yankee fans around us realize that we're not Yankees fans.
10:31: My friend asks, "Gee? What could have tipped them off? Your Pats ski cap? Our friend M's cowboy hat? Our friend I's "Yankees Choke" t-shirt? Our constant renditions of "Deep in the Heart of Texas" at every commercial break? Our announcement, to every Yankees fan who expressed dismay when we cheered for TX that..."DOUCHEBAG, YOU'RE IN NYC IN ONE OF ABOUT 4 RED SOX BARS In A CITY OF 10 MILLION PEOPLE. WE WOULD TELL YOU TO GO ELSEWHERE, BUT THAT'S KIND OF LIKE TELLING GIRARDI TO get the braces you can't see. (f***ING OBVIOUS.)
I've no idea what time it was at this point, but I do know this: A-Rod strikes out for the final out that gets the Rangers to their first World Series in franchise history!
Sports really are God-like, in a nutshell. Mysterious, unpredictable, loving, cruel, theatrical, pure, merciful, ruthless and beautiful.
Thanks, Texas.
FTY.