It Had to Happen

Today the impossible happened. I actually regretted having the internet.

Good Sox fan that I am, I got up to catch the scores, but the games were not over yet being as we are 7 hours ahead of Boston. I got to school The scores rolled in.

It is amazing how bummed you can be from almost half a world away. I watched the Sox lose, I watched Tampa win - absolutely mindboggling it was, even from here.

For a brief time I relived the bad old days, - mostly 1978. Names like Jim Rice, Yaz, Bill Buckner and Bucky Dent returned to my memory. We thought the bad days were gone but in true Red Sox fashion they have returned.

I was angry, I was sad but mostly I was reacquainted with the familiar thoughts of losing - losing in perpetuity. This is not like the Steelers losing last year's Super Bowl. That was a fluke, that was the gods getting even with Favre, that was ok. This is different. This is manila folders, this is the Curse, this is "no joy in Mudville."

Still, win or lose, they are the Sox, our Sox, and we will endure. Win or lose,the Sox do
it in epic fashion - no one has ever been down 3 games to 0 in a playoff and won until 2004 and now no one has ever had a 9 game lead in September and collapsed. Win or lose - go bold or go home!

There is always next year.