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Fanpost Friday: PostSeason Memory

I admit it, I'm old.

I remember arriving to my home in Liverpool New York, having raced home from school to catch the end of game 163 in 1978 at the tender age of 7...only to find out my father had the TV off...and it was the first time I'd ever heard the F word used.

I remember sitting in a Sox T-Shirt in Michigan in 1986, being sure that Game 6 was going to be okay...after all, we were up by a couple of runs, the bases were empty, and there were two outs...certainly this was going to work.

I remember seeing Grady come out to the mount in 2003, and expressed extreme confusion when Pedro was still on the mound when he left.

So, of course, my favorite Post Season Memory has to be Dave Roberts.

Heck, I have the picture on my wall in my man cave/shrine to all things Boston Sports...

That moment would probably be lost if the Sox lost in 5...or even 6. It would have been just a "Hey, remember how Roberts had a Never Say Die attitude, so much that he stole that base and stretched it out a little..." nice, but not life altering.

But that isn't what happened...the following few days was a whirlwind of watching the Yankees collapse...or more accurately watching the Sox just plain KILL the curse. It had to be done that way, there was no other option.

Game 7 being the blowout it was, resulting in Yankee Stadium being a sea of red in the 9th was how it had to end.

And thanks, St. Louis, for being willing to put on the Finnish Hockey jerseys for your cameo in the World Series. We appreciate it.

I mean...could there be anything better than the first?