It had to happen this way.

The only way for The Curse to be overcome was for the truly unimaginable to happen; for the occurrence of an earth-shattering, cataclysmic event so great no words could possibly capture its essence.

All that we knew about the world would have to be turned on its head.

The natural order--that set of principles that directs all earthly actions and proscribes the laws by which we live our lives--would have to be flipped.

Yesterday, that natural order was flipped.

A proton hugged an electron.

Rain fell up.

The Red Sox beat the Yankees.

In the long and storied one-sided rivalry, there was no better way for the Red Sox to finally overcome their greatest obstacle—the New York Yankees.

For the first time ever in the history of Major League Baseball, or the NBA for that matter, a team down 3-0 in a seven game series came back to win.

The sheer poetry and perfection of it all, that produced the most improbable of results.

Johnny Damon, 3-29 going into Game 7, last night hit two home runs, went 3-6, and had six RBI.

Fish flew in the air and birds swam in the sea.

A pair of big calls in Game 6 actually went against the Yankees.

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