No more curse
The Boston Red Sox just won their first World Series
since 1918, with a sweep against Ian's favorite St. Louis Cardinals (heh, sorry, can't resist).
The most touching piece I've read about the passion of the Red Sox Nation actually came out earlier, before the Sox won the series. Boston Sports Guy Bill Simmons (the best sportswriter on the Internet, bar none) wrote a touching column about Red Sox fans
and what this victory would mean for them. Among other things, he detailed the people the Sox ought to be winning the game for, which was inspired by a thread in a Red Sox
- "Win it for my 10-year-old son Charlie who fell asleep listening to Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS assuming the Sox would win. When he awakened the next morning, he asked me, eagerly, "Did we win, Dad?" When I told him, gently, No, we did not win, his anguished moan startled me. I knew I had raised him as a Red Sox fan and I began to question whether that was a good thing."
- "Win it for my boss, a dear friend who lost his dad unexpectedly in March of this year. More than once this season, I've seen him glance at the phone after a game, half-expecting his father to call to commiserate, rejoice, or just shoot the breeze -- I've also seen the sadness in his eyes as he realizes that the call isn't coming. Win it for his dad, a lifelong fan who never had the opportunity to witness his beloved team taking it all."
- "Win it for my Grandfather (1917-2004) who never got to see the Red Sox win it all but always believed. And for my Dad who watches each and every game wishing his Dad was there to watch with him."