2004 was a year of change. After serving 8 years in the U.S Marine Corps, I became a civilian once again and I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life as a civilian. Biding my time while I figured out life as a civilian, I continued selling programs at Fenway Park. Little did I know that my life would intertwine with the Red Sox to bring me to the point I’m at today in 2014.
It was a cold, crappy night in the Bronx. Some Sox fans told me that had seen Curt walk in and that he was warming up. I couldn’t believe my eyes, as I huddled around a hot chocolate; sure enough, Curt Schilling was warming up to start game 6 of the ALCS.
As the game started and the innings rolled on, all of the screens in the stadium showed “the sock”, and this is all anyone was talking about. Fans on both sides expected the curse to rear it’s ugly head. But it never did and “Big Game Curt” came through. The Red Sox beat the Yankees 4-2.
Later that night, as I left the park, the media used words like “courage”, “strength”, “heart”. It was at that time that I learned what it really meant to be a Boston Red Sox fan.
When you’re in the moment, you don’t stop to smell the roses. When you’re in the big spot light, you don’t think, “What’s this gonna be like in 10 years?” You just roll with the punches. Looking back on it, I can’t believe how important that game, and the entire ’04 post season, was for me both personally and professionally. It was the start of something great for a company called Beantown Collectibles and, many years later, Yawkey Way Report.It was also the start of something great for Boston. No one suspected that it was the beginning of a string of World Series trophies for the BoSox (a total of three in the last 10 years), with a total of eight Championships in eleven years in Boston. No other city in the world can make that claim.
This truly is Title Town, USA.
10 years ago tonight— true grit and the bloody sock—what a ride it’s been for Red Sox Nation and for me.