I am as thrilled as every other Bostonian that the Red Sox won the World Series, but I will not be at the "Rolling Rally" today as it snakes its way through town making traffic even less reasonable than usual. Crowds have never been my thing. The bombing in April at the Marathon didn't do anything to change that feeling, but it didn't make it any worse either. I just don't like crowds and never have. Sports crowds in particular make me nervous. The euphoria over "WE WON!" turns some people into total idiots. And by the way, "WE" did not win. "We" sat at a bar, or on our couches or, if we were really lucky, in a seat at Fenway Park, and cheered the Sox. The Sox won.
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!
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!
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