Welcome back to volume 13 of today with baseball. For those who are unfamiliar with what the phrase means. Check out the intro blog here.
First things first. I apologize for missing yesterday. I need to be better but my foreman decided it’s a great idea to work through morning break which conveniently was when I would get most if not all of the blog written and ready to be posted. Nonetheless, we move on.
Today’s Moment? The bloody sock game
The 2004 playoffs were truly something special and I’m still pissed to this day that I was only 10 years old and couldn’t appreciate it the same way I would be able to today. The first team ever to come back from down 3-0 to win a series 4-3, the 2004 World Series champion Boston Red Sox.
If you have a 3-0 series lead choke performance, you already witnessed a phenomenal series; unless you’re on the losing side. Partner that with the fact that it occurred between the biggest rivals in the sport? Those are the moment’s that make sports so fucking special.
Oh did I mention? The Red Sox had up to that point, were in the midst of an 80 plus year drought without hoisting the ugliest fucking trophy in all sports. 86 long winters without a World Series title.
After winning games 4 & 5 to force a game 6, Curt Schilling was set to take the mound in the Bronx on a very cold, brisk fall night. The only caveat was that Schilling attempted to pitch through a torn tendon in his ankle in game 1 and was shelled. For game 6? Boston had a little trick up their sleeve.
The day before game 6, Boston’s medical team decided to suture Schilling’s loose ankle tendon back into the skin. A risky procedure with no ability to predict what would come.
Say what ya want about Curt Schilling but the dude was tough as nails and would go on to show that he was willing to do whatever he needed to force a game 7.
Not only did Schilling go out there and pitch, he fucking dazzled. The iconic Schilling splitter was fooling everyone as it just sunk out of the zone. He could barely fucking walk but was able to muster up enough baseball magic to give the Yankees lineup fits all night long.
A 7 inning one-run performance is already something special when it happens in the postseason, add in the fact that Schilling’s dominant performance would go on to be a part of one of the greatest stories in the history of baseball.
As much as I loved this moment, my words in this blog simply do not do the proper justice. Pony up the couple bucks and get ESPN+ so you’re able to watch the 30 For 30 original, “Four Days In October.” If you sit down and watch that, and can then look me in the eye and say Curt Schilling doesn’t deserve to be in the hall of fame, prepare to slap by the commissioner of the common sense police.
23 days till opening day!