World Series - Game Four
RED SOX WIN! RED SOX WIN!
Note to employers: Red Sox Nation will not be in to work today. They might show up, but don't expect much to get done. After all, we were up late celebrating our victory last night. That's right: our victory. Red Sox fans finally coaxed, wished, wiggled, squirmed, and prayed their team on to a world championship win. It was a total Red Sox Nation effort. Ever since Carlton Fisk showed how you can wave a ball into fair territory, as he did to win Game Six of the 1975 series, Red Sox fans have been waving balls this way and that from their living rooms, from barstools, and from the stands. I blame myself for Nixon's two run double not making it out of the park last night because I was a split second too slow jumping up from my rocker to gesture the ball over the centerfield wall. Luckily, the Sox never needed the extra runs. I'd have felt terrible, otherwise.

The Red Sox did it. During a lunar eclipse that turned the moon a reddish color, and could have turned into a dark omen. But not this time. Too many people were believers. Too many fans willing strikes and ground outs and pop outs on the Cardinals for a collapse. Too many people, from across the world, were willing the Red Sox to a CHAMPIONSHIP.

Way to Go Sox! You Yanked the Yanks, Plucked the Pigeons and you Crushed the Curse!

We Can't Wait Until Next Year!