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It's hard for me to believe that, not so long ago, Red Sox fans were downtrodden, defeated, and eternally pessimistic. Those decades of suffering, marked by names like Dent, Buckner, Boone, are, like the Red Sox championship drought, now over. They have been buried; they have been laid to rest. Of course, the birth of the Red Sox curse is, as most of us know, 1918. When Babe Ruth was sold to the Yankees to finance a Broadway play, so started the Curse of the Bambino. For years, Red Sox fans spoke in his name in either agonized wails or hushed whispers.

The Curse was finally laid to rest three years ago, when the Red Sox won their first championship in 86 years. And now even the sad recollections of the curse, now robbed of its capital C, have been laid to rest with yet another Red Sox championship. Like 2004, the World Series was not so much a contest between two teams as it was a contest between who would win the MVP for the Sox. They trounced the Colorado Rockies in a lopsided affair that ended in a sweep. Domination is perhaps too light a word. It was such a one-sided series that people have already forgotten the incredible run that the Rockies were on when they entered the World Series. It's not every year a team wins 20 out of 21 games.

The Red Sox nation is now perhaps poised to form a dynasty that they've been forced to watch their hated Yankee rivals do over and over again. The Yankees are in turmoil, the Red Sox are on the rise. They have plenty of key players returning, and their young pitching staff will only get better. Time seems to make fools of us all, and it has already made the older generations of Red Sox fans seem like a bunch of malcontent whiners. Perhaps, in future generations, people will look back on this first decade of the new millenium as not only the end of an era of losing, but the start of an era of dominance.