Now that was wicked!
It's like the Red Sox gathahed up all the collective fan angst, pessimism, and apprehension from the All Star Break until the final game of the season, then released it last night into one big "Told you so, bitches!"
I like the way Bob Ryan put what Beckett did into historical perspective:
It was either the best postseason pitching performance since Luis Tiant in '75, Jim Lonborg in '67, Boo Ferriss in '46, or perhaps even Babe Ruth in either - take your pick - 1918 (six-hit shutout in Game 1) or 1916 (the 14-inning, 2-1 conquest of the Dodgers).
All I know is that if anyone sends me an email today it bettah have "Red Sox" in the subject line, because everything else is being filtahed into a foldah labeled "I don't give a shit."
Seriously. The only reason any of us are even at work today is to join into the communal warm and fuzzy.