The Boston Red Sox have won the World Series for the first time since 1918, sweeping the St. Louis Cardinals to win the championship.
In my opinion, the only thing that "Reversed the Curse of the Bambino" was great pitching. From Wakefield's unhittable knucklers to Schilling's gutsy come-back, Boston proved it's "all about the pitching". Pedro, Timlin, Foulke and especially Derek Lowe also stepped up big time to get the job done. Big bats arrived at the right times, as well - Manny Ramirez, even though biffing two EZ catches in Game 3, rightly deserved MVP because he batted an unreal .412 in the series.
La Russa's Cardinals were outclassed and outplayed from the get-go. Where were the bats? Pujols, where were you?? I mean c'MON! Zero RBIs? With Edmonds constant wiffing and Rolens a practical no show, Cards had no offensive game. The only bright spot was a resurgent Larry Walker, who could not carry the team alone. The Cards were also without their ace, Chris Carpenter and reliever Steve Kline - so pitching for St. Louis was lackluster, a recipe for disaster.
It's great to see the BoSox finally take one home, but I think real joy was when they embarrassed the Yanks on their home turf, coming back from a 0-3 deficit. Now that was sweet!