The inferior Red Sox had tried gallantly on the field and crassly off it to break the great Curse of the Bambino. They even left tickets to Saturday's game for Wells, whose 4-0 postseason last year for New York haunts Clemens. "That's classless," Steinbrenner said. "It would have been more classless if David had showed. He asked me for my Tampa Bay hockey tickets [Friday] night."
On the coldest and bleakest of New England winter days, Red Sox fans can warm themselves with thoughts of that fabulously clear autumn afternoon when they cheered the humiliation of Clemens and the triumph of Martinez. It is, measured against the usual emptiness of their winters, a veritable bounty. The Yankees, meanwhile, marching on to yet another World Series, have something even more powerful. They have Rivera.