i will tearfully recall [to my rapt, wide-eyed grandchildren, no doubt] where i was on october 20, 2004 when the red sox made history. not only an incredible, record-breaking 0-3 comeback, but a crushing postseason blow of victory over the yankees to advance to the world series. sandwiched on the couch, between the tostitos at my toes and breathless fandom on all sides, watching the 9th inning finally unfurl to the inevitable glory of boston. celebrated afterwards [with the background babble of the television rehash, a chorus of car horns, and the electric murmur of bostonian energy], bubbling over with champagne and pride.