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Here's to Jacoby Ellsbury, the rookie phenom double machine and the man who gave the world free tacos.
Here's to Dustin "Lil' Dustin" Pedrioa. How he fits the heart of a seven foot giant into the frame of a 12 year old boy will never be forgotten.
Here's to Kevin Youkilis, the rock at first base and the owner of a beard that would make King Leonidas blush.
Here's to David Ortiz, the rock of the lineup, even on a gimpy knee.
Here's to Manny Ramirez, the craziest bastard on earth.
Here's to Mike Lowell, the throw in for the Beckett trade who has become World Series MVP just two years later. (THEO! RE-SIGN THIS MAN!)
Here's to J.D. Drew, he of the Game Six Grand Slam.
Here's to Jason Varitek, the CAPTAIN.
Here's to Coco Crisp, the defensive genius.
Here's to Julio Lugo, whose bat heat up just in time.
Here's to Royce Clayton, a very funny man.
Here's to Bobby Kielty, the game winning home run hitter.
Here's to Doug Mirabelli, the man who catches the knuckler.
Here's to Josh Beckett, the best damned postseason starting pitcher I've ever seen.
Here's to Curt Schilling, the second best damned postseason starting pitcher I've ever seen.
Here's to Daisuke Matsuzaka, who stepped up right when it mattered.
Here's to Jon Lester, the man who BEAT CANCER and won the World Series clinching game.
Here's to Tim Wakefield, the elder statesman, who was on the roster in spirit even when his back gave out.
Here's to Hideki Okajima, the master of the "Oki-Doki"
Here's to Mike Timlin, the Admiral. The man who eats titanium for breakfast.
Here's to Manny Delcarmen, the local boy.
Here's to Eric Gange, who...um...yeah. Guess he did okay in that 13-1 game...
Here's to Javier Lopez, who...erm...well, you can't win 'em all.
Here's to Jonathan Papelbon, the most intense bastard on the mound, and future winner of Dancing With the Stars.
Here's to Theo Epstein, for building for the future and still being able to win now.
Here's to Tom Werner, Larry Lucchino and John Henry, for having money and the good sense to not build a new stadium (New York, I'm looking in your direction).
And more than anyone else,
Here's to Terry Francona, the mastermind behind it all, who happens to be 8-0 all time in the World Series and has led the Sox to four postseason series sweeps in '04 and '07.
And here's to you, Boston. The city I love. The city I miss. Nobody deserves it more.
This is truly one of the most complete and compelling teams I have ever had the pleasure of watching. Amazing pitching. Amazing batting. Amazing lineup. Amazing team. Go Sox.
Here's to Dustin "Lil' Dustin" Pedrioa. How he fits the heart of a seven foot giant into the frame of a 12 year old boy will never be forgotten.
Here's to Kevin Youkilis, the rock at first base and the owner of a beard that would make King Leonidas blush.
Here's to David Ortiz, the rock of the lineup, even on a gimpy knee.
Here's to Manny Ramirez, the craziest bastard on earth.
Here's to Mike Lowell, the throw in for the Beckett trade who has become World Series MVP just two years later. (THEO! RE-SIGN THIS MAN!)
Here's to J.D. Drew, he of the Game Six Grand Slam.
Here's to Jason Varitek, the CAPTAIN.
Here's to Coco Crisp, the defensive genius.
Here's to Julio Lugo, whose bat heat up just in time.
Here's to Royce Clayton, a very funny man.
Here's to Bobby Kielty, the game winning home run hitter.
Here's to Doug Mirabelli, the man who catches the knuckler.
Here's to Josh Beckett, the best damned postseason starting pitcher I've ever seen.
Here's to Curt Schilling, the second best damned postseason starting pitcher I've ever seen.
Here's to Daisuke Matsuzaka, who stepped up right when it mattered.
Here's to Jon Lester, the man who BEAT CANCER and won the World Series clinching game.
Here's to Tim Wakefield, the elder statesman, who was on the roster in spirit even when his back gave out.
Here's to Hideki Okajima, the master of the "Oki-Doki"
Here's to Mike Timlin, the Admiral. The man who eats titanium for breakfast.
Here's to Manny Delcarmen, the local boy.
Here's to Eric Gange, who...um...yeah. Guess he did okay in that 13-1 game...
Here's to Javier Lopez, who...erm...well, you can't win 'em all.
Here's to Jonathan Papelbon, the most intense bastard on the mound, and future winner of Dancing With the Stars.
Here's to Theo Epstein, for building for the future and still being able to win now.
Here's to Tom Werner, Larry Lucchino and John Henry, for having money and the good sense to not build a new stadium (New York, I'm looking in your direction).
And more than anyone else,
Here's to Terry Francona, the mastermind behind it all, who happens to be 8-0 all time in the World Series and has led the Sox to four postseason series sweeps in '04 and '07.
And here's to you, Boston. The city I love. The city I miss. Nobody deserves it more.
This is truly one of the most complete and compelling teams I have ever had the pleasure of watching. Amazing pitching. Amazing batting. Amazing lineup. Amazing team. Go Sox.