It is probably heresy in Red Sox Nation territory to begin any sentence with "Win or lose Game 7," but lots of heretics throughout history were right.
Win or lose Game 7, has this not been the most energizing, exciting, and exhausting baseball contest you have ever witnessed? (Well, for me, it might be a close second to watching my son's 12-year-old Cal Ripken All-Stars win an 18 inning game over two days in the district tournament four years ago, but that's a personal list, not one for the history books.)
How long before a "blood on the sock" photo of Schilling ends up on t-shirts and in posters hanging in kids' bedrooms?
How long before the photo of Rodriguez slapping the ball from Arroyo's glove becomes the favorite symbol of Yankee haters everywhere? Did that not look like an act of desperation worthy of an 8-year-old T-ball player? And this is the greatest shortstop of the last decade? I am willing to bet that Cal Ripken Jr. threw up in his living room at that play.
How long before the Bellhorn Lives! shirts turn up online?
How long before the nickname "Francoma" disappears from our vocabulary?
When do you think you will go to bed tonight?
And how do you think you will feel tomorrow? If you have any self-respect, you better feel pretty damn good -- win or lose. This is history in the making. For Manny's sake, enjoy it!