Looking Back To Game 7

Yesterday, the one year anniversary of the Comeback was celebrated. Fans looked past the gloomy ending to the 2005 campaign and back to the team of a lifetime. The 2004 season was a special year that only comes around once- a group of guys that loved playing baseball, loved playing with each other, and showed the passion and effort on the baseball field every single night. We had the characters in Johnny D, Papi and Manny. We had the professionals in Cap??n Tek, Trot and Billy M. We had the gem that sparked the turnaround, a talented shortstop by the name of Orlando Cabrera. The Red Sox were the complete package, a perfect team to dethrone the Yankees and bring a World Series to the city of Boston for the first time in 86 years.
And no other scenario could have turned out any more favorable than the roller coaster ride of 2004. The Sox took care of the Angels rather quickly, and it was on to the Yankees and a chance to forget 2003, Grady Little and Aaron Boone and, most of all, finally beat these guys. When our Sox fell down 3-0 in the series, knowing that no other team in sports history had overcome that deficit to win, our chances were slim to none. Sure, we kept faith. The fat lady was not singing quite yet.
To me, Game 4 was a different feeling than any other baseball game I??ve ever witnessed. Falling behind 3-0, we winced at every Sheffield and Matsui at-bat, kept waiting for the Yankees to get that break, kept waiting for the Red Sox to collapse like the first three games?