From the point of view of a good narrative, there was no one better. Sure, the Pirates, after twenty years of futility with no winning seasons, probably deserved to be the opponents of the Red Sox. But ultimately, this was their series to win.
Why? Well, there was more at work here than just baseball. The tragic Boston Marathon bombing, which happened this past April, left the city of Boston shaken. Terrorist attacks tend to have that effect, and in this one's wake was left a city that needed some healing.
Enter David Ortiz.
After that moment, the Red Sox had a cause, however crudely put it was. And they kept playing, and winning, and it came to a head this October when they faced the Cardinals. And Ortiz came out to make a statement of a different kind, putting together an insane batting average of .688, carrying his team to a championship title.
Now that is a good story. And if there is one thing I appreciate, be it in sports or elsewhere, it's a good story. This is the story of David Ortiz, Big Papi, who took it on himself to provide hope, both with words and with his bat, to a city that needed them. And this is the story of his team, who helped him make that happen.
I tip my hat to you, Ortiz, and to the Red Sox. You have earned this one, the one thing that Boston needed. Congratulations.
Catch you all on the flip side. Oh, and happy Halloween.