"Every player in there," says the kid genius who brought them together, 30year-old general manager Theo Epstein, "has more concern about his teammates than himself. Because you don't come back from 0-3 against the New York Yankees for yourself."
These woolly Sox respect the sanctity of the World Series as much as they would a cafeteria food fight. During player introductions before Game 1, when it was Ramirez's turn to jog up the dugout steps in front of the worldwide TV audience, he didn't come out. Turns out first baseman Kevin Millar was holding on to him by his pants pockets.
"We're not very smart," says Damon, issuing the baseball quote of the year. "We're just playing baseball. If we use our brains, we're only hurting the team."
But here's the most idiotic thing: It actually makes sense.
In a pressure-treated town where a Tuesday game in June gets a lead, a column and five sidebars in The Boston Globe; where the fans would have sold their first- and third-born for a World Series title; where fall had brought only winter and heartache for 86 years, maybe only a bunch of idiots would try something as crazy as making the Boston Red Sox world champions.
They're not idiots.
They're idiot savants. ?