The 2024 edition of the Major League Baseball season is for all practical purposes halfway over. Once the calendar turns to July, teams face the realization that they are either buyers or sellers and start to focus on either the post season or next year. This year’s iteration of the Chicago Cubs has not lived up to expectations, marred by injuries and healthy players not performing the way people thought they would before the season started. I have attempted to temper the pain of what seems at this point like a lost season by dissecting every game with my son. As poor as the team has played, at least we can share sarcastic humor after the last out. This took me back to one of the funniest baseball books I had come across in my reading countless accounts of bygone seasons. Prior to the 2004 season, without having foreknowledge of the outcome, Scribner books asked New Englanders and long time suffering Red Sox fans Stewart O’Nan and Stephen King to dissect every game of the year. From the first pitch of spring training to the last toss of the season, the two writers would be there for better or for worst. Hearing two fans gripe about a baseball season is just what I needed at the moment to cope with the one unfolding before me. It was long past time to reread the account of Boston’s faithful.
Prior to 2004 (and 2016) Red Sox and Cubs fans aligned themselves with a shared solidarity of futility. Both teams were supposedly cursed and hadn’t won a World Series in 86 or 96 years (would increase to 108). According to O’Nan the curse of the Bambino was not real, but the Billy goat curse had been documented. Regardless, I rooted for the Red Sox growing up because they were the only team besides the Cubs that I could relate to. Years of futility and playoff disappointment. Hall of fame players from both teams who would never play in the post season, at least not for the storied franchises. Historic moments, players who would move on to have hall of fame careers on other teams. Ballparks on the National register of historic places. The list goes on and is uncanny. In 2003 it appeared that one or both curses would finally be broken until they weren’t. To this day, I cannot watch a replay of games six or seven of the national league Championship series. It is too painful of a memory although it lead to me overcoming it and meeting my husband the following summer. I am sure Boston fans feel similarly about how the 2003 postseason played out. Maybe the people at Scribner felt something in the air or water because they asked the writer of writers King to document the next season. The fact that they did not ask any of Chicago’s finest writers to chronicle the Cubs’ next season might have foreshadowed the fact that the Red Sox would be the first to break their curse. At the time, they certainly had better management (the same front office that would later construct the 2016 Cubs). Although King was hard at work on his Dark Tower Series, he agreed to write this book along with Stewart O’Nan, another long suffering member of Red Sox nation. At least if the Red Sox would not succeed, King could end October with a horror story that only he could come up. That would not be necessary in the end.
Both O’Nan and King started with spring training in Florida and proceeded to watch or attend every day of the season. They would email back and forth in between games to dissect the every move of Red Sox manager Terry Francona also known as the Coma ( later the opposing manager in 2016 series). When he is not writing horror books that scare the living daylights off of me, Stephen King is actually funny. I discovered this when I read his On Writing last winter as he let readers in on his writing process. I am not as familiar with O’Nan as I am primarily a nonfiction reader, but he has suffered with the Red Sox for literally as long as I have with the Cubs. A Pittsburgh transplant, he started rooting for the Red Sox the year he started college at Boston University, the year after I was born and already watching games with my dad. Both men have experienced their share of heartbreak as fans, so they are able to construct a dialogue in their back and forth that is full of the same sarcastic humor that my son and I are using to get through this season. Millar can’t field and committed three errors in a game. Why didn’t Coma put McCarty out there if he is a defensive specialist? Why is Youkilis not playing if he is an on base machine? Does Coma not trust rookies? Why are starting pitchers left in too long? Is the bullpen not reliable? Sadly all of this banter sounds too vaguely familiar and had me laughing at parts because sadly I have experienced the narrative too many times. The difference between the 2004 Red Sox and the countless other teams who didn’t make it is that they righted their ship. A few trades to patch up holes, and they were on their way. Of course, die hard fans are skeptical because if not, then they would not be fans. Over analyzing a manager’s every move is part of what makes being a fan so great. These two famous super fans were up to the task.
A discussion of the 2004 season would not be complete without a mention of the New York Yankees. As much as I support New England’s football team, as an adult, rooting for the Red Sox is tricky. Yes, growing up there was always the solidarity with the Cubs, but as the 2004 playoffs began, I was about to get engaged to a Yankees fan. I actually took him to Wrigley Field on the last day of the 2004 season so he could see that this is who I am. I lose him to the World Cup once every four years so fair enough. Anyway, rooting for the Red Sox at that time was problematic, although secretly I wanted the Cubs to break their curse first. As Stephen King so poignantly explains, now the Cubs will have to deal with their curse on their own. Backtracking, in 2003 the Red Sox and Yankees battled for a trip to the World Series only to have the Yankees come out on top again. Dubbed the evil empire, the rest of baseball referred to the Bronx as the Death Star. With an owner willing to buy his way to titles, in the early 2000s, the Yankees were the richest and most hated team in baseball, and nowhere was this hatred more open than in the entire New England region. To get to the World Series, to reverse the curse of the bambino, the Red Sox would most likely have to beat the Yankees. Their regular season battles- all nineteen of them- were classic, some lasting over four hours. I actually miss those games, when both teams charged full steam ahead to the post season. Both writers’ detest the Yankees as much as I view the Cardinals as venom and the Brewers as sleaze bags. The one sided depiction of this rivalry with both men on hand to see the Red Sox finally overcome the Yankees, that is what made this book.
Twenty years later. For those non sports fans among us, the Red Sox did indeed sweep the 2004 World Series over the Cardinals (woo hoo!). The curse was over and generations of New Englanders could rejoice. The Cubs would experience the same euphoria twelve years later. The Red Sox have since won three more times, the Yankees only once. All is right in Red Sox nation, and it appears as though both teams will be battling for a playoff spot again this year. As for the key players on both teams, three are currently major league managers, two work for mlb network, and a handful are in the hall of fame. I hardly remember the end of that year- the Cubs missed out on the playoffs on the second to last day of the season and I had other things on my mind. As for the authors, O’Nan made immediate plans to attend 2005 spring training. He remains a notable regional author, one who I remind myself to read more of. Stephen King keeps chugging out horror books, which I still refuse to read, but I am challenging myself to read one later this year, only because I am curious after reading On Writing. Sadly they never wrote a follow up account of a further season, but nothing could have topped this, just what Scribner had been banking on. For the time being, the authors’ banter and humor provided me with a tonic for a losing season, just what the sports doctor ordered.
4 stars