I posted this in the Red Sox thread. I thought you guys might get a kick out of it.

I picked up Game 6 yesterday and threw it in the DVD player. I didn’t know what it was about other than Michael Keaton is a playwright who’s latest play opens on Broadway the same night as Game six of the 1986 World Series.

He’s a huge Red Sox fan and he’s in a New York restaurant the afternoon of the game having an exchange with some Mets fans talking about the big game.

Here’s what he says to them:

I hate the Mets. I can’t respect them, cause when the Mets lose, they just lose. It’s a flat feeling. There’s nothing there. Now the Red Sox. Now here we have a rich history of really fascinating was to lose a crucial game. You know what I mean? Defeats that just keep you awake at night. They pound in your head like the hammer of fate. Yeah, you can analyze a Red Sox game day and night for a month and still uncover really complex layers of feelings; feeling you didn’t even know you were capable of having. Yeah, that kind of pain has a memory all of it’s own.
That’s all I’m going to say, so if you haven’t seen the movie yet………