In the words of the great David "Big Papi" Ortiz, "This is our City"
This past week I experienced my very first championship with the Red Sox winning the World Series. It was absolutely awesome and I have never been more proud to be from Boston.
Mom and Dad said that I was acting superstitious when I stopped shaving for the playoffs, but hey we Bostonians take these things seriously. My friend Charlotte at Day Care asked me the other day if I was a Red Sox fan and I responded with "By Birth." I was literally born at Beth Israel Hospital, official hospital of the Boston Red Sox and have a voucher for a tour when I turn 5 (a perk that comes with birth at the hospital). My Aunt Laura has graciously offered to take me, but I am pretty sure that Dad plans on going so we'll have to see.
Mom and Dad let me stay up and watch the first half of game 6 before going to bed. Once Victorino had that base clearing double I knew we were in good shape. Dad seemed a little stressed still and was muttering something about having been here before, but I wasn't worried. I got up briefly after 1am just to make sure they closed it out.
Caribbean Here We come
In just a few days we head down to the Carribean for Auntie M's wedding. I am looking forward to some time to relax and hit up the beaches. I even got a new life jacket for the trip.
- The Little Maniac (Neil)