I hate the Red Sox. I mean, I fucking hate them. Though not as much as I hate the Yankees. But I feel like I remember this series like it was yesterday. (But I more remember where I was than the actual moments of the game.) Among the best baseball playoffs I’ve seen in my adult life. (There have been a few that were better in my mind, such as Diamondbacks / Yankees, but not many.) This was a great series and the film does a good job of getting us to understand how incredible it was, in part by focusing on the players, for the most part. Millar in particular seems to have had boundless confidence and it helps that the players documented it themselves. One huge problem with the film is its self-importance. The opening credits are ridiculous – and rival pretty much only June 17, 1994 in the series for ridiculousness – and the music is often utterly over the top, not to mention cliche, it actually descends into parody. Another weird thing is the teeny tiny bits of Bill Simmons “interviewing” comedian Lenny Clarke, I guess trying to provide context for those who didn’t watch it, but they’re so brief and so intermittent that’s hard to know why they included them instead of, say, narration. (Well, we know why, Simmons is the exec producer. But still…) But this is another one of those films where the subject matter overcomes clunky direction. What a great series.