Who woulda thunk it? Boston Red Sox 2013 World Champions was probably the last phrase that even the most die-hard Sox fan would have been thinking about one year ago today. Yet here we are on the precipice of possibly the most improbable and unplanned World Series celebration in Red Sox history.
The boys brought it home in front of the Fenway Faithful Wednesday night for the first time since 1918 and after a two day blow are ready to kick out the jams in big time party Boston style. In a perverted twist of fate wouldn’t it be a kick if the pub grub on the celebratory duck boats consisted of beer and chicken? He, he he.
It talked with my sister in Maine early in the morning Thursday after the Sox clinched and she mentioned that she was going to the parade on Saturday. A pang of nostalgia mixed with home sickness, which is a bit silly since I’ve lived in Richmond, VA for well over 20 years, hit me and once again reminded me that my super power skill of choice would be teleportation.
I’m away but not very far in my heart. I’m in the capitol of the confederacy but I’m still a dyed in the wool New Englander. It’s not just the Red Sox; it’s the Bruins, Patriots and Celtics - a New Englander through and through.
I’ll pick up the celebration wherever and whenever I can tomorrow. I’d be there in person but time and commitments will not allow. My sister will take pictures. We’ll talk and I’ll be no less proud or celebratory. Just less present.