If Son Number One wasn't away at school I'm sure he would be there. His girlfriend sent me a video of him at the very moment of the last out when the Common Room erupted in shouts and my son lost his mind. It was a wonderful video, and I have never seen a happier face. But this is the third time in his lifetime that he has seen this. He doesn't get it. My father (and many, many other people) went to their graves never having seen one win. But we have always loved the Sox anyway. Even (and maybe especially) when they were at the bottom of the barrel. Opening Day at Fenway there were two jokes every year. One: "There'll be no beer at Fenway this year because the Sox lost the Opener" and two, to be said as you were getting off the train to walk the block to the park before the game: "Wait 'til next year!" We were fans, and as loving as the mother of the ugliest baby ever born.
But hooray for the Red Sox, whom I always love (is there a "Koji" doll available somewhere?) and for Big Papi, who could run for mayor of Boston and win, although he is not allowed to run for President. It has been a wonderful season and a lot of fun. And we are all looking forward to an extra hour's sleep this weekend because after last week, boy, do we need it!