Just wait ’til next year: 23-year-old Jon Lester hung on into the sixth inning without allowing any runs, despite giving up three walks, by scattering the three hits and notching three strikeouts.
Just wait ’til next year II: In the 9th, with the Sox only one run ahead, 24-year old Jacoby Ellsbury goes back, back, back to the left field wall—leaps!—and comes down with Jamey Carroll’s looooong fly ball. It was the spread-eagle, banging-into-the-wall catch Ellsbury has been trying (and heretofore failing) to make all season long. (Well, ever since his September call up, anyway.) Can I mention that he started the year in Double-A?
Nice guys finish first: Mike Lowell wins the World Series MVP. Justice is done at last. Can we re-sign him now, please?
Scary guys also finish first: Papelbon’s facial expressions only got more terrifying as the postseason progressed. Soon, he will come with a parental advisory label.
Storylines finish last: The Rockies just looked completely overmatched this entire Series. It would have been a great Cinderella story….except some big, hairy-chested dudes from the Hub had to just come along and rain on their parade.
How can you not love this man?: And Jason Varitek, in his postgame interview, with tears gleaming on his cheeks, says in a quavering voice, “Uh, I’m sorry, um, I’m just a little ha-happy right now.” A wooja wooja woooooo!
How can you not hate this man?: A-Rod finds a way to horn his way in. Have you no decency, sir?
That’s just disturbing: Lonestar singing God Bless America. I really liked Lonestar…before I saw them perform. Seriously, what are country singers doing with the Hansen brothers’ hair?
That’s just deeply satisfying, in a spiritual way: Watching David Ortiz stand on a table and try to spray all of his teammates with champagne at once, while hogging not one, not two, but three commemorative World Series Champions hats (one on head, one in each back pocket).
Only 100 days until the Red Sox equipment truck leaves for Fort Myers!