At 8:25 p.m., Alice was in the delivery room. There was a TV in the room. The game in St. Louis was about to begin.
"Turn on the game."
It was Alice who wanted the TV on. Damon, the leadoff hitter, stepped into the batter's box.
" Johnny Damon!" Alice exclaimed. "He'll hit a home run."
And Damon, his long brown locks flowing out the back of his batting helmet, did just that.
The Red Sox led, 3-0, in the bottom of the fifth inning when the Cardinals put a runner on third base with one out. Jaime could not stand the anxiety. His head hurt. He was having difficulty breathing. He broke out in hives. It was too much to take. He asked Alice to turn off the television. Alice insisted they watch until the end of the inning. They saw Lowe pitch out of the jam. Jaime nervously clicked off the TV.
At home in Waltham, George Sumner slipped in and out of sleep. His eyes were alert when the game was on, but when an inning ended he would say in a whisper, which was all he could muster, "Wake me up when the game comes back on." Each time no one could be certain if he would open his eyes again.
The Red Sox held their 3-0 lead, and the TV remained off in the delivery room of South Shore Hospital. At 11:27 p.m. Alice gave birth to a beautiful boy. Jaime noticed that the baby had unusually long hair down the back of his neck. The nurses cleaned and measured the boy. Jaime was still nervous.
"Can I check the TV for the final score?" he asked Alice.
"Sure," she said.