The following is from the Associated Press:
ST. LOUIS (AP) - Curse? What curse? Johnny Damon homered, Trot Nixon hit a two-run double and the Boston Red Sox defeated the St. Louis Cardinals 3-0 for a four-game sweep and their first World Series title since 1918.
Damon sent Jason Marquis' fourth pitch of the game over the right-field wall and into the Cardinals' bullpen, becoming the 17th player to lead off the first inning of a World Series game with a home run.
Nixon added a bases-loaded double in the third to back Derek Lowe, who allowed just three hits and a walk in seven innings of work.
Boston won the first three games 11-9, 6-2 and 4-1 and never trailed against the NL champions. The Red Sox became the first team in World Series history to lead after the first inning of the first four games, according to the Elias Sports Bureau.
Lowe, who won Game 7 of the AL championship series for the Red Sox, allowed a single by Tony Womack leading off the first. Larry Walker followed with his first sacrifice bunt since May 4, 1991, and Albert Pujols' grounder advanced Womack to third. But Scott Rolen grounded back to Lowe and he ran to first and tagged out Rolen, who dived to avoid the tag.
Lowe retired 13 straight batters before Edgar Renteria doubled with one out in the fifth and advanced on a wild pitch. John Mabry struck out, arguing unsuccessfully with plate umpire Chuck Meriwether that he had tipped the pitch into the dirt, and Yadier Molina grounded out.
Lowe also gave up a single to Renteria in the seventh.
What's now known as The Curse of the Bambino, began on Jan. 3, 1920, when Red Sox owner Harry Frazee sold Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees for $125,000 and a $350,000 loan. The Red Sox had won five of the first 15 World Series before the trade, the last one in 1918.
Boston squandered a good chance to put the game away in the eighth. Mueller singled to right field to open the inning and Nixon followed with his third double of the night.
Closer Jason Isringhausen came in and walked Bellhorn to load the bases with no outs. He then struck out Kevin Millar, pinch hitting for Lowe, for the first out. Damon followed with a grounder that forced Mueller at the plate and wiffed Cabrera to end the threat.
Reggie Sanders walked with one out and stole second in the Cardinals eighth. Alan Embree struck out Hector Luna and Walker popped out to end the inning.
Marquis, struggling with his control, became the first Cardinals pitcher in this Series to last through the fifth inning, allowing three runs and six hits in six innings before he was pinch hit for. He walked five and threw just 58 of 121 pitches for strikes.
Marquis escaped a second-and-third, two-outs jam in the second after Nixon doubled with one out, Mark Bellhorn walked and Lowe sacrificed. Damon then grounded to first.
But Boston came right back in the third, when Manny Ramirez singled with one out and David Ortiz doubled to right.
Jason Varitek grounded to Pujols at first, and he threw home in time for Molina to tag out Ramirez. A walk to Bill Mueller loaded the bases for Nixon, who doubled to deep right-center.
Bellhorn then was intentionally walked to load the bases for Lowe, who struck out.
Damon tripled with two outs in the sixth, but Orlando Cabrera flied out. Walker walked with two outs in the bottom, but Pujols popped out on a 3-2 pitch.
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-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather