Back to Red Sox fever

I apologize to anybody who doesn't care about sports, but, well, I do and that's why I'm writing about them. Bill Simmons has a remarkable column up about this year's Red Sox team. The money quote:

However this turns out, the month of November will feel remarkably ordinary. No
more Schilling limping out of the phone booth with the Superman cape. No more
Ortiz at-bats with guys on base, the ones where Papi goes into that mini-crouch,
looking like a cobra ready to strike. No more Foulke jogging in from the bullpen
as Danzig blasts over the speakers. No more sparkling plays from Cabrera at
short, the guy who turned the season around in August. No more random Varitek
at-bats where he looks like the black sheep Molina brother for seven innings,
then inexplicably cranks a 450-foot homer when it counts. No more goofy Manny
moments, when he careens around the outfield like a drunk guy running away from police, then crushes a line drive five minutes later.

I'm going to miss these guys come next month, no matter whether they win or lose. When yo