DENVER — Consider yourself lucky this morning. Count yourself among the fortunate ones.

You are living in the Golden Age of Red Sox baseball. To find another era in which the Red Sox had this much success in this short a time span, you have to back to World War I.

From 1912 through 1918 — remember when that was a millstone and not a milestone in club history? — the Sox won four World Series. Then — nothing for 86 years.

And now? After their 4-3 victory clinched a four-game sweep of the Colorado Rockies last night, the Sox are champions for the second time in the last four seasons.

They don’t qualify as a dynasty, really, because they took two full seasons between titles and only eight players on this championship team were part of the last one. Who knows? Perhaps the amount of roster churn inherent in the game has made dynasties a thing of the past.

But that’s a minor point about which to quibble.

There’s plenty to enjoy, to relish, to savor.

Remember when their postseason games were memorable, filled with signature moments? Remember when their October wins were filled with signature moments, like Fisk’s homer in Game Six against the Reds? Or Yaz dominating the A’s in the 1975 ALCS.

Remember, too, when the postseason series — many of them ending with a crushing loss — were instant baseball classics, with the heroes always on the other side. Remember Bucky Dent’s homer, or Aaron Boone’s? Remember the abject sadness of Yaz popping out feebly to end the 1978 playoff game?

Now that they’ve located the missing championship gene, they win methodically, without great drama. Two Series victories, and few — if any — individual moments to savor; just some unlikely stars, like Bobby Kielty, a journeyman outfielder who unpredictably provided the winning margin in the final game with a home run.

Still, it’s a tradeoff Red Sox fans are only too happy to make. Given the choice between historic moments ending just shy of championships and routine title victories, well, that’s not much of a choice at all. It’s more like a no-brainer.

There’s success to go with tradition now, happy endings to replace the failure. Now, instead of wallowing in what went wrong, the fan base is joyous and calls for closer Jonathan Papelbon do an encore of his Riverdance routine.

For so many years, the franchise was defined by heartbreak, identified with close calls and bad breaks. The agony of defeat was seemingly part of the Red Sox’ DNA.

No longer. Now, they win the closes ones, the big ones, the late-season ones.

They fell behind in the ALCS against Cleveland and never exhibited the slightest bit of panic. Instead, they started winning and kept winning, so much so that the 2007 Red Sox’ longest winning streak didn’t come until its last seven games.

Talk about good timing.

“That’s the whole key,” said reliever Mike Timlin, who now has four rings to his credit. “Being in the right spot at the right time.”

It’s not happenstance, though. It takes foresight.

They plan, look forward, instead of back. They could afford to pitch Papelbon as much as they needed in October precisely because they didn’t overdo it in June, July and August.

The last team to integrate, the same team that was dragged kicking and screaming into the 20th century, which employed an African-American after the Bruins, now finds talent in the Dominican Republic and the Far East and everywhere in between.

Competitively, they stop at nothing. They claim players heading to Japan and they outbid everyone else to bring the best players from Japan.

Things sure have changed.

If you’re a Red Sox fan, enjoy. And consider yourself lucky. After years of wandering in baseball’s wilderness, the Red Sox have reached the Promised Land.

Twice.

These, you probably don’t have to be reminded, are the good old days.

smcadam@projo.com