In The Land Where Champions Roam

This must be a dream.

Some kind of twisted fantasy land where things go right in Boston. Where the Red Sox ascend to the American League Pennant with minimal hardship. Where the Patriots slough off would-be contenders with the greatest of ease. Where the Celtics can go from cellar dwellers to an all-start team in the course of a summer.

Yes, it is a magical time to be in Boston.

That's why I'm glad I was back this weekend. I stopped up here for Carnival, Year Up's big national fundraiser, and got to hang on to witness an incredible weekend in Boston. The air seems lighter here, not only because of the global warming-inspired heat wave that's taken hold over New England, but because that pall of fear that usually hangs over us at this time of year has long since dissipated. The excitement gripping this city, this region has us all pinching ourselves.

The Red Sox are on the brink, as one newscaster put it last night, of making sure it won't be another damned 86 years. There has never, in my lifetime, been a Red Sox team as good as this one. The 2004 squad will always be in our hearts, bu they were a rag tag bunch of idiots who knew how, when and where to get hot and end all the misery. There were times during last night's game that the Sox' despatching of the Indians looked almost clinical. Teams that win championships have a new hero every night. Last night, we had the much-maligned (for the last week or so) Dustin Pedroia step up and give his answer to why he should. by any reasoning, be the Rookie of the Year. And we had Jonathan Papelbon come in and slam the door in the 8th in a situation in which we desperately needed to right the ship. This team is the best to ever wear the uniform, a fact that will be proven over the course of the next few days between Boston and Denver.

And the New England Patriots? What can we even say about them that hasn't already been said. They are one of those special teams in NFL history already and it's only Week 7. They will be mentioned in the annals of history, certainly with the '85 Bears and the 1980s 49ers and Cowboys. But the 1972 Dolphins, a team unmatched in sport, much less only in football, will need a certain amount of luck if they are to have their champagne party again this year. In two weeks, we should have our answer. If the Patriots beat the Colts, they will almost certainly be unstoppable. No one else on the schedule should provide any measure of competition to a team playing at the level of the Patriots. If Tom Brady had not already cemented his place in Canton, he is doing it this season. As I watched him slice and dice the Miami secondary yesterday, I couldn't even think of another quarterback who made it look so easy, so effortless. Not even Joe Montana in his prime could do what Brady did. Not Dan Marino. Not Johnny Unitas. Tom Brady is not just the greatest quarterback of his generation anymore. We may be watching the highlight reel of the NFL's greatest ever quarterback.

It's good to be home.