Believer Still Can't Believe It.

The Sox won the World Series. I’m not sure how many times I’m going to have to repeat that to myself before it finally is embedded in my mind and I get a grip of it. So what if I’m only 16, I’ve been a Sox fan my whole life and it’s all I know. But for all of those years of frustration, pain, misery, and heartbreak various Sox teams have brought us, I miss it all. I miss being on the edge of my seat, on the brink of insanity, and either pulling a clinch game out, or losing it. It mattered, but at the same time it didn’t. It’s all about being a Sox fan. It’s funny, really. All these years, I said "I believe"..But did I really?

I was so used to the Red Sox letting me down; I almost expected them to find some way to lose. However, something was special about this year. With the new and improved pitching staff and boosted offense, I expected them to win. I felt like a Yankees fan this year. Every time I turned on the TV and sat down to watch a Sox game this year, I cheered my team on like I usually would, but I had this strange state of mind that really did say "This is the year". However, when the impossible came true and the Red Sox made it to the World Series, those old feelings of "Oh Sox, how will you let me down this time" came back. As I sat down and listened to the obnoxious Fox Sports commenters, I decided to just enjoy what I was seeing. I had to take into account I was seeing the Boston Red Sox in the World Series, and that I was witnessing something historical. As I did so, history unfolded in front of my eyes, and the Red Sox swept the St. Louis Cardinals out of the World Series, and brought the first World Series championship to Boston.

I Believed. I still believe. But I don’t believe it!