Sunday, September 5, 2004: Greetings from England, where a five-hour time gap (and six from my expatriate base in Texas) and sketchy access to news about the Sox has not deterred this intrepid diarist. Despite a loss last night, the first in nearly a fortnight, the Red Sox are sitting pretty despite my prolonged absence from the country. The Curse of Derek Leaving the Country may just be a thing of the past.
In my absence the Sox have gone 2-1 and have closed the gap on the Yankees by yet another game, dropping it down to a mere sliver, 2.5 games. Even as Steinbrenner idiotically compared the 22-0 loss to the Indians to the carnage of 9-11 (where do these people get their educations these days? . . .) the Sox keep chipping away. Suddenly we are within a series sweep of the lead in the American League East. And we still have several games to go before our next showdown. First we need to win this game today to take this series against the Rangers. Then we need to face off against the white hot A’s, who in addition to being on a roll of their own are also a team we may well face again in the playoffs, so this is a pretty big series coming up.
I am in a land where ‘football’ is king, and rugby and cricker are at least in the royal family. Baseball? Not so much. But hopefully I can keep abreast of the Sox and they can continue to overcome the Curse I bring. Keep it going, boys. I’m behind you all the way.