Ok, it’s the middle of the freakin’ night, so I’m only posting something very short here.
Tonight … in a miracle which would have previously been considered utterly impossible … the Red Sox won the World Series. For the first time in 86 years this town can consider itself a winner. The fans stuck through it all, thick and thin, with the knowledge that someday their loyalty would pay off. And honestly, even if it didn’t, it wouldn’t have changed their opinion about the team. There’s nothing like rooting for the home-town boys.
So we walked up to Central Square, hooting and hollering, in order to stand around with a bunch of perfect strangers, tied together by pure joy. And tomorrow we will awake into a city which lost its voice to the celebration of the night before. But every scratchy throat, every tired face, will be worn as a badge of pride … because our team beat the damn Yankees and an 86 year old curse, to become the World Series champion.
Today I am proud to be from Boston.