Red Sox and Yankees. Yankees and Red Sox. Intertwined together in history much like Grant and Lee, Lincoln and Douglas, Kennedy and Nixon, Kerry and Fonda and chocolate and peanut butter.
Like ‘em, love ‘em, hate ‘em, despise ‘em.
There are many rivalries that illicit the same emotions. Cardinals-Cubs, Duke-North Carolina, UConn-Tennessee, USC-UCLA, Cowboys-Redskins, Celtics-Lakers. But it seems for whatever reasons the Sox and the Yanks draw more attention, especially over the last several seasons.
When both teams are even the rivalry tends to run hotter then a Louisiana fish boil. When one peaks over the other it isn’t just as much fun for either side.
As a Red Sox fan since I was 7 I just can’t bring myself to root for the Yankees unless for some reason it will be to the Red Sox benefit. Childish? Oh sure it is. But do you think I’m the only one?
I remember as far back as 1976 rooting for the Royals in the ALCS and the Reds in the World Series because as an 11-year-old I didn’t want to see the Yankees win. I don’t know if I was more heartbroken when Yaz flew out to Cesar Geronimo to end the ’75 Series or when Chris Chambliss hit the pennant winning home run in ’76 to send New York to the World Series against Cincinnati.
I remember rooting for the Dodgers in ’77 and ’78 after the Yankees beat the Sox in the playoff game and then won the pennant. And again in ’81. Hell I’m an American League guy except when it comes to the pinstripes. In 1995 I was so happy when Ken Griffey Jr. scored to beat them. In ’96 I pulled for the Braves and took Jim Leyritz name in vain, in 1998 I pulled for the Padres, in ’99 it was the Braves after the Yankees took out the Sox in the ALCS, in 2000 the Mets. All losing causes.
In 2001 I finally could smile as the Diamondbacks behind the pitching of Curt Schilling and Randy Johnson and a timely hit by Luis Gonzalez proved that Mariano Rivera was human and the run was stopped.
2003 brought more heartbreak as Aaron Freaking Boone took Tim Wakefield deep into the Bronx night, but some young gun named Josh Beckett shut them down and the Marlins were victorious in the Fall Classic.
2004 was a dream. Down three zip and Millar yapping about don’t count us out. Dave Roberts steals a base, David Ortiz was magical, Schilling was a warrior and Derek Lowe, Johnny Damon, Keith Foulke and so many others were on the top of their games. I still get emotional watching Edgar Renteria’s bounce out to Foulke and the ensuing celebration. Sometimes I wonder if it actually happened.
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