La rivalidad entre los Red Sox ha regresado.

La rivalidad entre los Red Sox ha regresado.

In the Southern Vermont woods, on the back deck of a VRBO, I witnessed the Red Sox-Yankees game on Friday night. I had the sound of backyard fireworks from across the lake, the rushing sound of a creek in the afternoon rain, and the shaky compressor of a window air conditioner for background noise. It had a magical quality.

Thank heavens these kinds of facilities exist. The community has just one store. Though it’s dark inside and has a lot of tiny Christmas trees, the sign indicates that it’s open. The actual general store is located in the adjacent town. It offers a fantastic kimchi quesadilla but no Christmas trees. Ten minutes’ drive will take you over rolling hills that, despite their corny name, make for an amazing game of hide-and-seek with waterfalls and far-off peaks that peek out from behind the woods. I can see why some people choose to live here, but I could never, ever do so.

I was aware that this was a fantastic location to witness a Red Sox vs. Yankees game. And even though there wasn’t much going on during the game’s sleepwalking first innings, I still assumed I would remember it for a very long time. How could I not recall watching a game in this environment, even if it ended up being boring?

Then, though, things stopped being routine. Then, it turned into the season’s biggest victory.

I wasn’t very optimistic going into the ninth inning because the Yankees had scored their three runs on walks, errors, and fielder’s choices, three of the simplest ways to score runs. If there were going to be any heroics in the final innings, it appeared like they would have happened in the eighth, when the Red Sox were facing the top of the order and two runners were on due to an infield single and an error. However, Clay Holmes scored the ninth after Luke Weaver comfortably defeated Tyler O’Neill, Wilyer Abreu, and Jarren Duran. Despite being one of the worst pitchers in the game, Holmes didn’tmatter as he immediately cemented himself into the history of legendary Yankee closers who spectacularly blow saves when facing the Red Sox.

That evening, Masataka Yoshida emerged victorious, hitting a game-tying home run while 47,000 Yankees supporters applauded in anticipation of the game-winning strikeout. That night, Dom Smith was the hero as he continued the game by flirting with Masa. That night, Ceddanne Rafaela stole the show with a home run in opposite field to start the tenth inning and a celebratory dance around the bases. That evening, Kenley Jansen emerged victorious by retiring the Yankees order in the bottom of the tenth inning.

Great Red Sox-Yankees games are best remembered for producing an abundance of unexpected heroes and villains. The game on Saturday, which I watched in its entirety on a brewery patio before it moved to a mountain lake for the final innings, lacked heroes but introduced us to a new antagonist in Ben Rice, who, as we would soon discover, is the annoying kid in your town who grew up on the South Shore and uses the Yankees to feed his rebellious tendencies. I may never forget his name, even though he may never accomplish anything noteworthy while wearing a Major League uniform again.

The game last night At home, I watched. Is there a phrase that sums up the strange sensation you have in the initial hours following your return from vacation? For the next few days, the luggage will be parked in the hallway. Even though the house smells a little musty, takeout Thai food and a cold drink are on the way. Although you’re glad to be back on your couch and in front of the TV, your daily routine hasn’t completely returned. You’re fatigued. Still enjoying your vacation, you’re content to leave things be. This is an ideal environment for a tense pitcher’s duel where

takes you swiftly to bed, but not before Ceddanne Rafaela begins to write his own mythology and Rafael Devers adds to his legacy as a Yankee-Killer.

We cannot undervalue the rivalry between the Red Sox and Yankees, as recent events have shown us. When I reflect on the Red Sox-Yankees games played during the previous two seasons, none of them seem as vivid to me as this weekend’s. Though not simply Vermont Route 100 has its highs and lows, the competition hasn’t vanished.

The rivalry might be reaching a new height this year. This season, the Sox will play the Yankees seven more times: three at Fenway towards the end of this month, and four more in the Bronx in the middle of September. I have no idea where I’ll watch those games, and it’s probably not going to be in a really lovely place like the Southern Vermont woods. Hopefully, though, it won’t matter where I view them. These specific games, with these specific teams, hold unique significance. It’s a common refrain among Americans, but it’s true.

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