Re: Remember When, and If you can't you might not belong here....
posted at 6/4/2011 12:58 PM EDT
Game 7, World Series, 1986: I remember my Papou being really sad and having tears in his eyes and not really understanding. I was only 5 at the time. Papou died in early 1992 and never did get to see the Sox or his most beloved Pats win it all.
Game 7, ALCS, 2003: I cried. Utter devastation. Early next morning I hopped aboard a Greyhound from Albany to Boston. Went from South Station to Cambridge. Got myself a Sox tattoo and dedicated it to my Papou. If I loved them that much after losing in such heartbreaking fashion, I figured it was a permanent love affair.
Game 2, ALCS, 2004: My father was admitted to the hospital following a heart attack at age 57. We watched game 3 from his bedside despite orders from both of his physicians not to do so. I remember it being the lowest period of my life.
Game 4, ALCS, 2004: My father and I again watched from the hospital. We all know what happened. I remember saying at the time, "Eh, whatever. Doesn't matter. They still blew their chance. Just prolonging the inevitable."
Game 4, World Series, 2004: Final out was just recorded... silence throughout the house. Tears and hugs all around.
That, to me, is why I love this team and, most importantly, this city and greater New England so much. It's all one big family.
Cheers, Sox fans. I love y'all. Your thriftiness, your codger-y nature, your ornery-ness, your plain and simple fare (baked beans, broccoli, broiled cod, baked potato), your work ethic, your passion, and your resiliency.
See you soon, Papou. Be well.
Re: Remember When, and If you can't.........
posted at 6/4/2011 9:57 PM EDT