Jake, let me do you a favor and name that series for you: you're referring to the time the Red Sox came from down three games to the Yankees in the ALCS, won four straight games, and then went on to win the club's first World Series since 1918, correct? OK, I think we're on the same page now. Just wanted to jog your memory a bit.
So, yes, I'll be watching and waiting for some Red Sox magic during baseball's home stretch, while glaring at the Phillies' pitching quartet out of the corner of my eye the entire time. It's been a while since we Sox fans felt that familiar wave of abject dread and hopelessness as October rolls around, but they're 2-8 in their last 10 games, and the classically-despondent Boston fans are already wallowing. It's what we do best. (My brother was at Game 3 of the '04 ALCS, when the Yanks beat us 19-8. He says fan morale was "nil.")
And while I won't say that I ever really miss that feeling, I will admit that every time the Sox slip for a few games or pull off one of those formerly-trademark blunders, I get some kind of irrational nostalgia for the team that was never able to pull it off. The Moneyball effect made the Red Sox a better organization, and like you, Jake, I'm perfectly fine with that—but I also don't quite know how you Yankee fans cope with persistent, decade-long success. Despondency, I think, is healthy for us all.
And because of that, I'll look forward the most to another Boston-New York ALCS, and whatever drama comes along with it. I haven't seen Moneyball yet, but I agree with Patrick—baseball does Hollywood's version of baseball way better than Hollywood.