2007 World Series - Celebration

Celebration

While the celebratory crowd at Kenmore Square was not as unruly as had been the case in 2004, cars were overturned and 37 arrests were made. The Red Sox victory parade, yet again called a "Rolling Rally" as in 2004, was on October 30, 2007 with closer Jonathan Papelbon doing his infamous "Riverdance" while local punk band the Dropkick Murphys played their hit "I'm Shipping Up to Boston".

The Red Sox World Series win in 2007 added to the success of Boston-area teams in recent years. Adding to it would be the Celtics, when they won their 17th championship, their first championship since 1986, the last time the Red Sox lost in the World Series, 7 1⁄2 months later. Adding to this success was the New England Patriots Super Bowl victories in 2001, 2003, and 2004, along with the Boston Bruins in 2011 and the Red Sox three years earlier in 2004.

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