That was unbelievable. I've been an off-again, on-again Sox fan since moving to Hyde Park in 1990. (I happened to move next door to Mary-Frances Veeck, who became a tremendous force in my life & certainly drew me into White Sox politics.) Got my nice photo of Frank Thomas with his arm around me and believe-you-me he wasn't faking it. Had season tickets so got to go to the playoffs in '93 when they looked like boys to Toronto's men. Then the strike totally turned me loose & I haven't looked back.
Until this month. And even hauling a trailer back from Salt Lake, trying to make good time, I found myself pulling off the road way too early each night to catch the last few innings of the Sox' playoff games.
And then tonight.
I watched it alone, because I prefer to be riveted to the action & not distracted by others' hopes, dreams & need to live vicariously through demigods & bellow about it. But I felt, oh, the quietest joy at those last 2 plays by Uribe, and he was by far my game MVP. Anyone can bloop to centerfield for an RBI. Not everybody can brave a hostile field & reach 6 feet into the stands for a ball, then rough-catch a grounder & BARELY throw out the Astros' final hope.
Total elegance. The Sox defense has been a pleasure to watch all season, and they surpassed themselves this postseason, and then they surpassed themselves in the World Series, and then they surpassed even that 3-game performance in the last game. The final inning was just a theatrical finale, a showcase of everything they do well: Pitch intensely, grab dirt for dessert, fire balls to first as if they're fastballs, and focus on each pitch, each ball, each play as if it MEANS something.
My only twinge of chagrin is that Frank wasn't in there somewhere but my swoon is ameliorated somewhat by wondering where JOE CREDE HAS BEEN ALL MY LIFE.
From top to bottom, we've never seen a team like this. We won't get into the bullpen that Reinsdorf sacrificed in the mid-90s that gutted a terrific hitting & fielding (but young) team, we will just ... go draw ourselves a nice celebratory bubble bath now.
Of course I'm an elitist. Look around you.