After seventeen years of following the Red Sox they finally won the World Series. With my normal paranoia and superstition I carefully kept my hopes hidden from the world and expected a monumental collapse at any moment. With a 3 run lead in Game 4 I was sure that all of the wasted base runners were going to come back to haunt us in the eight or ninth inning. I of course was also positive that the 3-0 start of the series was just going to get myhopes up for on more crushing defeat.
However, the Red Sox won. They won. THEY WON!. Well I guess the 100th World Series is as good a time as any to change your luck.
I really don’t know what to do with myself, in fact i am having trouble putting a name to what I am feeling. It might be elation, but I am not sure not having felt it in relation to a sports team before!
Of course i shouldn’t get to used to this, with the Expos coming to DC I will finally have a National League team to cheer for (as long as they are not playing the Red Sox), and I am positive that they have along road of losing ahead of them!