Kyle's World

My beloved Red Sox, yes those same 'cursed' Red Sox that had endured nearly 9 decades between World Championships, finally struck gold when they ousted the Cardinals in a brisk 4 games. I am in baseball heaven now (although I admit baseball heaven in Japan is much different than baseball heaven back home). First of all, I had no satellite with which to watch the games. Secondly, the games were usually on while I was at work. Nothing quite says fired like a Red Sox celebration in the middle of the staff room. I went through the more quiet, subdued, keep-it-to-myself type celebration, but I did get several pats on the back and handshakes from other teachers. I remember back in the day, having both a "Rocket" Roger Clemens and a Wade Boggs poster on my wall. How is it that I've always liked the Red Sox? Maybe it was constantly being accused of being from Boston as a kid. That type of trauma (now I'll call it a treasure) sticks with you. I'm so glad I'm a Red Sox fan. I wouldn't have it any other way. And I'm so glad they won the World Championship. Just think, Bill Buckner is fully absolved of his sins now. I realised that if I have to wait another 86 years to watch the Red Sox win another World Series, then I'll be a fan at the ripe old age of 110. With medical advances, anything is possible I guess. But I also realised that I'll really enjoy this one, despite being so far removed from Boston, in case it doesn't happen again for 86 years. Let me just say in conclusion to all those Red Sox haters out there, you know who you are Eugenio, Joon Young, half my school...I laugh in your general direction. Red Sox forever.