One More Sox Post

And then I'll move on. I know it's excessive amounts of writing about them, but come on, it's the World Series people. Not something to sneeze at.

So here's the final wrap up on our Red Sox adventure. Key moments:

1. The crowd breaking spontaneously into Sweet Caroline with no music while waiting for the players to emerge and celebrate. I love that song.

2. A guy trying to get on to the field who just boldly jumped the fence, strode towards the celebration flashing his friends in the stands a V for victory sign and smiling, only to be grabbed and dragged away by security. This killed any of my plans to try the same. Although I did try to flirt a little with Jerry the 100 year old security guard to no avail.

3. The fans breaking out in to a "Re-sign Lowell" chant for about five minutes after he got the MVP award, and some of the players and coaches joining in.

4. Travis getting super annoyed at all of the, "uneducated Rockies fans" on the train. I've never seen anyone so disgusted. He said to me, "Do you know what I heard someone say?? They said, that one guy with the long hair that plays left field...if they don't know who Manny is, they shouldn't be talking."

5. Riding home on the train and witnessing big drunk men almost getting in to post-game fights and getting really loud.

6. Riding home on the train and sharing space with two other long term Red Sox fans who walked down memory lane with us and made it a sweet trip home. One of them telling us how he "helps the red sox win." I think the best way he helped was the idea that he had to hold his nine month old daughter to win. He said they won when he held her for the whole game one night and the next night when we were losing he went in to her room and woke her up and held her for the rest of the game so they could win. He said, "Mindy makes the red sox win." I replied, "No. It's the connection between you and your daughter when you hold her." He looked at me and quietly said, "That's deep. That's really deep." It was awesome.

7. Did I mention I was on TV? Yeah, when I saw Kris' two year old Ethan staring at me the next day, I had to tell him I probably looked familiar because he saw me on TV last night.

It's definitely not the same feeling it used to be when you watched the Red Sox play. It's an expectation now and I don't ever feel that old fear. Travis thinks it's great, but I'm not so sure I like it. It makes me a little sad. Loveable losers no more. I'll end with a quote that George Steinbrennar's son said the day after the Sox won. "The Red Sox can have their nation, the Yankees have the universe." What an idiot. The Yankees don't even have a GM or a third baseman anymore.

Farewell beloved Sox. Until Spring.