The comeback kings.

From today's Boston Herald:

It's probably safe to assume that there are more than a few lumps in the throats around the base of the Rocky Mountains today, considering how the Red Sox reacted to being backed into a corner by the Cleveland Indians in the American League Championship Series.

Down 3-1 in the best-of-seven format, the Sox reacted like vicious attack dogs, mauling the Indians by a combined score of 30-5 in the final three games, culminated by an 11-2 thumping last night that wrapped up the pennant and sent them back to the World Series for the second time in four years.

The Sox, who became the 11th team to rally from a 3-1 deficit and win a postseason series, humiliated the Indians in every sense to earn the right to host the Colorado Rockies in Game 1 on Wednesday. The National League champs enter their first Fall Classic having won 21 or their last 22 games.

"When we had our backs to the wall, we didn't let our guards down and just take the beating," said Coco Crisp, whose dramatic catch against the wall in center field ended the clincher. "We fought back and fought back hard."

Read the rest here. I'm certainly not the first denizen of Red Sox Nation to express sentiments along these lines, but I think it's funny how I had to spend several years away from Massachusetts and enter the Jesuits in order to see the Sox become a winning team. Some might look at that as a mitigated, secular form of atonement (for what collective sin I'm not sure), but I don't want to encourage such speculations. Instead, I encourage you to take a look at what my sister has to say about being a Red Sox fan on the other side of the world. Go Sox, AMDG.