"Nine-teen, eight-teen!" The chants would bellow down from the bleachers, as Yankees fans would taunt the Red Sox on their years of woe.
The chant was simple—the Red Sox hadn't won a World Series since 1918, the year the team sold Babe Ruth to the Yankees. Call it the Curse of the Bambino. Call it bad luck. Call it coincidence. Whatever it was, the Red Sox couldn't win, and the Yankees won everything in sight.
Games between the two teams would work in opposite ways—the Red Sox trying to change the narrative, the Yankees trying to keep it.
That was the motivation for both sides. Then 2004 happened.
The Red Sox, down three games to none in the 2004 American League Championship Series, mounted a historic comeback and ended up not only winning the series, but winning the World Series.
Somehow, "two-thousand-fo-ur" doesn't have quite the same ring to it.
The Sox won again in 2007 and ever since, the luster is just missing. The narrative is broken and the intensity just isn't the same. They're not competing for the curse. Rather, it's just another lazy summer afternoon between two division foes.