Mounties and stormtroopers

So, I'm back. Went to Boston Beer Works (by Fenway) at 5:30pm to get a seat. Even though it was looking good that we would actually win the series this year, the actual moment that we clinched it was amazing. One of the most thrilling moments in my life.

I just came back from the festivities. It was crazy, There were a ton of police in riot gear marching in lines down Brookline Ave. It looked like a mass of stormtroopers (in black rather than while). And they redirected us out of Brookline to Kenmore. The main action was in Kenmore and Landsdowne. There were more police in riot gear and mounted police, but didn't do anything to decrease the insanity. People started fires on the street, climbed traffic light posts and launched themselves flying into the crowd. There was a guy with a bagpipe. Lots of drunk people (most of them probably freshman who just became Sox fans to have an excuse to party). There were fireworks. There was flashing. There were side parties. It was chaos and we all loved it. It was what we had been waiting for for 86 years.

Thank you Derek for your consistent pitches. Thank you Curt for bearing through the pain. Thank you Pedro for your strikeouts. Thank you Wakefield for sacrificing your starts. Thank you Papi for your homers. Thank you Johnny for your grand slams... The gratitude that we Sox fans feel for ending our misery and pain is boundless.

Though now that I've been trained to see baseball games as a series of agonizing defeats, I don't what to do now that we've finally won. Maybe it's time to be a Cubs or White Sox fan now.