Nothing that happens in the 2004 World Series matters. Really matters, I mean. Oh, I know that baseball fans in New England and baseball fans in a large swath of the Midwest are obsessively, hysterically rooting for their respective teams. Baseball fans everywhere are watching, too, because these are two great and interesting teams.
It doesn't matter, though, because what matters already happened, last week when the Red Sox beat the Yankees. And before you I don't mean you, specifically (unless I do) before you accuse me of East Coast Bias, I'll mention in passing that I've been on this planet for more than 38 years, and I've spent less than one of those years living east of South Bend, Indiana. If a North American mutt like me can have "tribal homelands," then mine are squarely in southern Missouri (both corners), and I grew up hearing stories about Stan Musial and Bob Gibson.