July 1, 2005

GLOWING LIKE THE METAL ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE (via Bruce Cleaver):

Birth of a new Nation: Nine months after World Series win, newest Sox fans are coming to life (Stan Grossfeld, July 1, 2005, Boston Globe)

When Jason Varitek leaped into Keith Foulke's arms Oct. 27, 2004, they weren't the only ones embracing on that glorious night across Red Sox Nation.

Back in Boston, Dr. Robyn Riseberg and her husband, Doug, had a couple of beers, decided the stars were aligned, and celebrated the World Series championship in their own way. ''I will not refute that," said Riseberg, blushing slightly.

Now, there's living proof.

Emma Smith Riseberg, 5 pounds 5 ounces, was born June 18 at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, six weeks early and with a head of hair that would make Johnny Damon envious. She is the first known baby conceived after the Red Sox won the world championship. Baby Emma already has a full Red Sox wardrobe and tickets in Section 16 from her season ticket-holding grandparents. Dr. Riseberg, a lifelong Sox fan, was on bed rest for eight weeks. ''We have Red Sox in our blood," she said. ''She gave me a run for my money, just like the Sox."

There are already signs of a ''Red Sox phenomenon," according to Isis Maternity, the largest provider of childbirth education and parent services in New England.


Unless they prove to be a dynasty MA is still toast.

Posted by Orrin Judd at July 1, 2005 2:57 PM
Comments

True enough. Those kids will grow up to be Diamondbacks, Rockies, Rangers and Astros fans.

Posted by: Brandon at July 1, 2005 3:16 PM

I wonder if any European country experiences a similar boomlet after it wins a World Cup? If they don't, there is no hope at all for them.

Posted by: Bruce Cleaver at July 1, 2005 3:28 PM

They get them 9 months after Tel Aviv disco bombings....

Posted by: oj at July 1, 2005 3:37 PM

I don't know what's more disturbing: the idea of procreation to the sound of the Red Sox (complete with the grunts and groans of love in Boston accents - ick) or the fact that Orrin is willing to admit knowledge of Meat Loaf (the heading is a lyric from "Paradise by the Dashboard Light", featuring the recording debut of Phil Rizzuto - heck, the idea of Meat Loaf procreating brings another level of disgust altogether.)

I probably don't get a book for recognizing the reference (which also betrays MY knowledge of Meat Loaf), but what's the hurt in trying?

Posted by: John Barrett Jr. at July 1, 2005 3:44 PM

A perfect headline though, no?

Posted by: oj at July 1, 2005 3:51 PM

It's Orrin's encyclopedic knowledge of Judy Garland tunes that I find more disturbing.

Posted by: Governor Breck at July 1, 2005 4:19 PM

So when I stopped rooting for those losers I became father of their country? Cool. Or maybe not.

Posted by: joe shropshire at July 1, 2005 4:20 PM

Here in Nebraska, the birth rate went up 10-15% exactly nine months after the Cornhuskers won the 1994 national championship. In other words, the team will probably have a few more athletes to choose from in compiling the 2013 recruiting class.

Posted by: Matt Murphy at July 1, 2005 11:14 PM

Watching Zach Weigert push Warren Sapp around like an overstuffed sofa on casters should have had a beneficial effect on anybody's virility. Unless they're totally indifferent to the whole Good vs. Evil thing.

Posted by: joe shropshire at July 2, 2005 12:22 AM

joe shropshire:

You left out the best part, which happened with about two minutes left in the game: Warren Sapp, down on one knee breathing heavily, with his enormous tongue hanging about four feet out of his silent mouth.

Bring this up with a Nebraska fan if you ever want to make a quick friend.

Ah, now you've got me started:

There is no place like Nebraska,
Dear Old Nebraska U....

Posted by: Matt Murphy at July 2, 2005 5:20 AM
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