January 21, 2005

COMA GUY:

Talk About Bad Timing (Bill Simmons, January 31, 2005, ESPN The Magazine)

Here's a movie idea: diehard Red Sox fan falls into a coma before the 2004 playoffs, spends the next four weeks fighting for his life, then regains his senses after the World Series. He survives ... only he feels ripped off, because as millions of Sox fans say, "I saw them win in my lifetime," this poor guy is the one who didn't see anything.

Never mind. It's too improbable, right?

Meet Steven Manganello, known from this day forward in Red Sox history as The Coma Guy. Growing up in Maine, his family followed the Sox because his grandfather did, one more diehard who ended up with these dates on his tombstone: 1917-2003. Ouch.

Last September, Steven scheduled a Japan vacation that would get him home two days before the playoffs began. On Oct. 1, the final night of his trip, he crossed a street in Tokyo and ... well, this is where it gets hazy. That tends to happen when you're pancaked by a taxi travelling at an estimated 50 mph. Steven spent the next four weeks in a Tokyo hospital, battling a potentially fatal brain hemorrhage, not to mention paralysis, a punctured lung and other critical injuries. The collision was so violent, he didn't just have five broken ribs, one of them had actually flipped around inside his body. Steven's head was so swollen that when his brother, Anthony, showed up the next day, he swears it was "three times its normal size."

In the movies, people spring out of a coma like Adrian in Rocky II, as if nothing happened. In real life, there's a tube jammed down your throat and enough drugs pump through your veins to bring Keith Richards to his knees. For 17 days Steven was a blank slate. Sometimes he woke for a few minutes, but his short-term memory was demolished. That didn't stop Anthony from constantly feeding him playoff updates, hoping the positive news would stimulate something in his brother. When the Sox dropped those first three to the Yanks, Anthony even lied, pretending they were winning. Anything to keep his brother going. When Steven heard the "good" news, he'd squeeze his brother's hand -- it was all he could do. A few minutes later, as Anthony puts it, "He'd be on vacation again."

When the Yankees orchestrated the Greatest Choke in Sports History, a semiconscious Steven was still disoriented (channeling Grady Little of the previous October). When the Sox won it all and his friends and family called to share the moment, he understood ... for about five minutes. Then he forgot what happened. It was like SNL's old Mr. Short-Term Memory sketch. As Steven says, "I could remember my childhood phone number, but I couldn't remember somebody's name." It wasn't until he flew home to California in November that his brain started to work again. By Thanksgiving, Steven was well enough to fully grasp two things: "Holy crap, I almost died!" and "Holy crap, the Red Sox won the World Series!"


Meanwhile, the rest of us assume we're in a coma and just imagining the 2004 season.

Posted by Orrin Judd at January 21, 2005 8:19 AM
Comments

Whatever, Red Sox fans no longer have any claim to being special. They're just like Angels fans now.

Posted by: Brandon at January 21, 2005 10:53 AM

On the other hand, with the short-term memory loss, he got to hear about the Red Sox win for the first time literally hundreds of times...

Posted by: Mike Earl at January 21, 2005 11:40 AM

They won. The "pity poor me" act no longer works. You're now just another bunch of Yankee-haters, no different from rest us Yankee-haters. Stop whining and get used to it.

Sheesh.

Posted by: Raoul Ortega at January 21, 2005 1:48 PM

They're slightly different from the rest of us Yankee haters, in that they very recently beat the Yankees.

Posted by: Timothy at January 21, 2005 2:10 PM

It would be fun to do a poll in the New England and ask people given the choice, would they rather have seen Kerry in the White House while the Sox (and/or the Patriots) didn't win their championships, or have things turn out the way they did. Kerry alredy expressed his opinion back in September when he said given the choice, the Sox could wait another year, but polling all of Boston and the surrouding area would give us a good indication of how deep Bush Derangement Syndrome really is in the northeastern Blue States.

Posted by: John at January 21, 2005 2:40 PM

John:

Actually, that poll was taken in Boston before the ALCS, and the Red Sox won it 70/30.

Posted by: Mike Earl at January 21, 2005 4:36 PM

You mean George Steinbrenner didn't send out a goon squad to bop him on the head?

Posted by: Matt Murphy at January 21, 2005 9:20 PM
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