APRIL 3, 2007
Roberto Parada's post inspired me to trot out this oldie. I painted this after the crushing Red Sox loss to the Yanks in the '03 playoffs.
This is usually what September looks like in New England.
I remember talking with my brother on the phone (he was at a bar, I was at home biting my nails into stumps) toward the end of the game. My brother was screaming that we'd won it, and it was all over, but I had a sinking feeling as Pedro Martinez started to falter. As I remember it ( I'm no BB historian, so I could be wrong), they finally pulled Pedro, and Wakefield threw a meatball for Boone to homer off. Head in my hands, I slunk off my chair, muttering "Nonononononono" to an empty house.
I guess 2 good things came from that night. It brightened up a very dark time for Roberto, and I did this painting in reaction. I used this as a mailer and I'm still getting jobs from it. This one image has brought in more business than most of the advertising I've ever done.
I was on my way to doing a book about the inevitable failure of the Sox every fall, and wouldn't you know it, they turn around and win the World Series in the middle of my project. So now I'm changing all those "B"s on the caps to "C"s.