Last to First

The month of October 2013 will never be one I, or the city of Boston, forgets. I still cannot believe this team went from last place to world champs in one season. They are the example of "never say never"! 

I watched game 6 from my couch - 1.4 miles from Fenway Park, where the Sox had a chance to earn their 3rd championship in a 9 years and their first at home since 1918!!

This city was ELECTRIFIED! The Pru was decked out, beards everywhere, spirit exuding from every person. The city was ready!

John Lackey pitched 7 2/3 solid innings, Victorino nailed a ball into the Monster, and Steven Drew finally got a run! Koji came in and put a beautiful bow on a spectacular season.

I counted down the outs, 27 to 1 - and then it was happening. Before my eyes. Before Boston's eyes. They did it!

This city needed this more than anything. The whole team knew they were doing it for Boston. They were a team from day one and as every news station has said, have a special bond with Boston now.

A year ago, the team was crashing and burning, but they rose like phoenixes. They proved Boston Strong is more than a catch-phrase, but a reality.

I say it time and time again, this city is special. We are all Boston Strong and all beaming from ear to ear, celebrating behind these bearded boys! 

And as the MVP said, this is our (-: city. 

Saturday, I skipped the parade (well, watched on TV) and then later went to Fenway to see the banner and maybe a player or two. Well, I saw 2! Salty and Predroia (my favorite)! I was in heaven. I even met Carlos Arrendando, a big hero from the Marathon tragedy. I was in heaven. 

This is our city. From last to first. From tragedy to triumph. I have never been more proud to call Boston my home and never been more proud to be a Red Sox fan! 

And I promise, I'll stop talking about baseball, for a little while....or at least until Spring Training starts in 100ish days!