Great coverage from the Boston Globe full of lines like "Gluttonous Yankees" and "Ever-entitled Yankees." http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/articles/2004/10/21/a_world_series_party/ http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/articles/2004/10/21/in_victory_fan_anxiety_turns_to_delirium/ A World Series party Sox complete comeback, oust Yankees for AL title By Dan Shaughnessy, Globe Staff | October 21, 2004 NEW YORK --Forevermore, the date goes into the New England calendar as an official no-school/no-work/no-mail-delivery holiday in Red Sox Nation. Mark it down. Oct. 20. It will always be the day Sox citizens were liberated from 8 decades of torment and torture at the hands of the New York Yankees and their fans. Boston Baseball's Bastille Day. The 2004 Red Sox won the American League pennant in the heart of the Evil Empire last night. In the heretofore haunted Bronx house, raggedy men wearing red socks embarrassed and eliminated the $182 million payroll Yankees, 10-3, in the seventh and deciding game of their American League Championship Series. On the very soil where the Sox were so cruelly foiled in this same game one year ago, the Sons of Tito Francona completed the greatest postseason comeback in baseball history. No major league team had ever recovered from a 3-0 series deficit. Red Sox fans now have a stock answer for those clever chants of ''1918." They'll always be able to cite the fall of 2004 when the Big Apple was finally and firmly lodged in the throats of men wearing pinstripes. This time it was the gluttonous Yankees who choked. The Sox won the much-hyped finale on the strength of two homers (including a grand slam) by team mascot Johnny Damon and a stunning six innings of one-hit pitching from Derek Lowe, who lost his job in the Sox' starting rotation before the start of the playoffs. Pedro Martinez came on for a curious (two-run) relief stint in the seventh, followed by Mike Timlin and Alan Embree, who retired Ruben Sierra on a grounder to second for the final out. At this giddy, champagne-drenched, sleepless moment in time (Warren Zevon's "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" should be a new theme for the Fenway fandom) in time, Boston baseball fans need to remind themselves that the job is not yet done. Sweet as it was to beat the Yankees, the Sox still have to win a World Series before they throw off any dreaded pox on the House of Hub hardball. The Red Sox have been in four World Series since last winning one in 1918 and each time Boston lost the seventh game. Just four days ago, the Franconamen were three outs away from going home for another long winter of discontent. They had dropped the first three games of the Yankees series, losing Game 3 at Fenway Saturday by the hideous score of 19-8. Sunday night in Game 4, they rallied against Mariano Rivera in the ninth, then won in dramatic fashion on David Ortiz's walkoff homer in the 12th. Less than 23 hours later, they won again, this time on a 14th-inning single by Ortiz. The exhausted clubs returned to New York and Tuesday Curt Schilling willed Boston to victory with seven innings of mastery despite a dislocated tendon in his right ankle. The rivals had already played a record 25 hours and 36 minutes (over six games) when they arrived at the stadium yesterday afternoon. Despite the fact both managers were hindered by depleted pitching staffs, the pregame anticipation was unlike anything in the rich history of Boston sports. Red Sox-Yankees Game 7 had the requisite classic themes of history, revenge, passion, and redemption (Lowe, for one, comes to mind). It had the two most storied baseball teams meeting in a winner-take-all game for the second time in 12 months. It had a long-suffering Red Sox Nation convinced that this really is the year. Ever-entitled, but suddenly desperate to turn things around, the Yankees wheeled out the big guns for the finale. Bucky Dent, the man who drove a stake through the heart of New England with his popfly playoff homer in 1978, was summoned to throw out the ceremonial first pitch. Not satisfied with that little bit of history, the Yanks offered the Red Sox owners an opportunity to watch the game from the comfort of the Babe Ruth suite at Yankee Stadium. John Henry, Tom Werner, and Larry Lucchino instead opted for box seats near the Sox dugout. It was 54 degrees in the Bronx when slumping Damon stepped in to face the first pitch from Yankee righthander Kevin Brown at 8:30 p.m. Yankee fans took comfort in the knowledge that the game was played on the birthday of the late Mickey Mantle. It ended at 12:01 this morning on Whitey Ford's birthday. Didn't matter. This time the cosmic forces were aligned with Boston. David Ortiz, a.k.a. "Senor October," crushed a first-pitch, two run homer to right to give the Red Sox a 2-0 lead in the first inning. Ortiz's blast came just seconds after Sox third base coach Dale Sveum regrettably sent Damon home from second on a single to left by Manny Ramirez. Damon was gunned down at the plate, but the gaffe was masked when Ortiz lauched Brown's next pitch over the wall. Javier Vazquez started to throw in the Yankee bullpen early in the second after Kevin Millar hit a one-out single. When Bill Mueller walked, Yankee pitching coach Mel Stottlemyre visited the mound. When Brown walked Orlando Cabrera, Yankee manager Joe Torre came out with the hook. Brown made three starts (two playoff, one regular season) against the Red Sox in the last 3 1/2 weeks and did not get an out in the third inning of any of the three games. The long-haired Damon, who came into the game batting .103 in the series, cranked Vazquez's first pitch over the wall in right, sucking the life out of the Yankee Stadium crowd and pushing the Sox to a 6-0 lead. There was bedlam in the Boston dugout as Damon circled the bases. The Yankees staged their only rally off Lowe in the third. Miguel Cairo was hit by a pitch, stole second, and scored on Derek Jeter's single to left. The RBI single was New York's only hit off Lowe. Damon launched his second homer, this one into the upper deck, with one man aboard in the fourth to make it 8-1. After a couple of more walks, Vazquez was replaced by Esteban Loaiza. The crowd booed when Vazquez walked to the dugout. As the game lurched into the middle frames, anxious Sox fans waited patiently for more outs and more innings which could deliver the Sox back into the World Series. Lowe had retired 11 consecutive batters when he was pulled at the end of six innings. The odd relief appearance by Martinez got the Yankee crowd back into the game as the place came to life with chants of "Who's your daddy?" The Yankees rocked Martinez for three hits and a pair of runs in his shakey inning of work. A homer by Mark Bellhorn in the eighth made it 9-3 and Orlando Cabrera added a sacrifice fly in the ninth. Finally, there was the strangest sight of them all: Boston Red Sox players jumping up and down and hugging each other in the Yankee Stadium infield, laughing and goofing around like little boys, celebrating their hard-earned American League pennant right there in the House That Ruth Built. © Copyright 2004 Globe Newspaper Company. In victory, fan anxiety turns to delirium By Brian MacQuarrie, Globe Staff | October 21, 2004 Do you believe in miracles? Red Sox Nation does. In a stunning coda to an unprecedented comeback, the Boston Red Sox stormed to victory over the New York Yankees last night to seize the team's first American League pennant since 1986, as millions of New Englanders watched and listened, transfixed and transformed. From living rooms to barrooms to dorm rooms, the pent-up hopes of the Red Sox's championship-starved fans exploded into an early celebration that was peaceful despite the pandemonium. Near midnight, Boston police had reported no game-related arrests. ''I believe! I really do believe!" said Amanda Mellgard, 27, at the L Street Tavern in South Boston, where fans jumped in the air, high-fiving and hugging, when outfielder Johnny Damon hit his second-inning grand slam to give the Red Sox a quick 6-0 lead. As the Red Sox piled up runs and the pitching held off New York, normally skeptical diehards in Red Sox Nation allowed themselves to relish the sensation that this, indeed, could be the year. Children in pajamas and Red Sox shirts posted numbers on homemade scoreboards, and popped balloons that had faces of Yankee players drawn on them. The hordes of fans who flooded the region's night spots to watch the action on television were watched by a law enforcement presence that deployed more than twice the number of officers used during the celebrations that followed the New England Patriots' Super Bowl victory in February. Helicopters patrolled over the city, Boston police Superintendent James Claiborne coordinated the multiagency effort from a command center at headquarters, and Commissioner Kathleen O'Toole roamed the city to see potential trouble spots herself. ''We've certainly learned from our lessons," O'Toole said before the game. State Police and university police from the major colleges combined forces with Boston police for last night's patrols. After the Super Bowl, one man was killed after being struck by a car during a violent melee in the Symphony Hall area near Northeastern University. Police then were criticized for not deploying more officers and for a lack of quick coordination among officers deployed throughout the city. The acting police commissioner, James Hussey, who followed the operation from his home, was assailed for the operation and demoted. O'Toole had appealed to Boston fans to continue the ''extraordinary behavior" and restraint they have shown during the playoffs so far. ''While celebration is a great thing," she said, ''it must be responsible." At midnight outside Fenway Park, the scene of the team's amazing comeback and repeated celebrations earlier this week, Yawkey Way was closed off, and State Police on motorcycles moved to positions outside Boston Beer Works on Brookline Avenue. Passersby watched the game through the window of the bar, banging cowbells and twirling in circles. Before the game, the mood throughout the city was civil and upbeat, if anxious. Streets emptied early, as workers who found it hard to concentrate left before the evening rush hour. Supermarkets were all but deserted. Evening events were canceled. At Framingham Town Meeting, officials set up a television for residents who did not want to miss the historic happenings at Yankee Stadium. In the shadow of Fenway Park's left-field wall at the Cask 'n' Flagon, Evan Breeding, 23, of Manchester, N.H., settled into a bar seat at 5 p.m. and anxiously waited for the first pitch. ''I'm just so fired up," he said. ''Sunday night, I got three hours of sleep. It just didn't matter. I was running on adrenaline all day." The crowded barroom also included Kristin Nogueira, 21, a Northeastern University senior from Marshfield who said she was ''walking but not awake." Despite an 8 a.m. wakeup call for classes, Nogueira said, the Red Sox are can't-miss television. ''It's about time they win," she said. The sounds of summer's game, even on a chilly autumn night, were heard nearly everywhere. Hilary Okoro, a Nigerian native who moved to Boston five years ago, listened to the game from a radio as he worked at a Boston University parking lot. He has a picture of himself with Red Sox pitcher Pedro Martinez, which he brought back to Nigeria to show his friends. ''They see me with him, and they know I know a big baseball star in America," Okoro said. Outside Yankee Stadium, some Red Sox fans were emboldened. Justin Brito, 19, lives in the Bronx, but he's been a Red Sox fan since he was a child. Holding a poster that read, ''Curse? What curse? Ghosts don't come out 'til the 31st," Brito said that most of his friends and neighbors have not been too nice to him this week. ''The first thing I'm doing is going out and buying a World Series hat," Brito said. ''It's going to have the Red Sox logo on the side. I'll be seeing them Yankees fans with their tears." Inside the stadium, as the Yankees crowd grew sedate in the late innings, Red Sox fans tasted victory. ''The world's been upside-down since 1918," said Domenic Ventresca, 42, a North End realtor sitting just a few rows from where Damon hit his grand slam. ''All will be well in the world. All wars will stop. And there will be peace among men when we win." Even Yogi Berra, the Yankees legend who coined the phrase ''It ain't over till it's over," left the ballpark just before the seventh inning. ''They'll do better without me," he told a park employee. Suzanne Smalley, Megan Tench, Lisa Kocian, and David Abel of the Globe staff, and correspondents Michael Levenson, Jack Encarnacao, and Erika Lovley, contributed to this report. © Copyright 2004 Globe Newspaper Company.