Thursday, October 28, 2004
And they did it.
This is so surreal. I still don't know what to do with myself. I don't even know how to celebrate a Red Sox victory. I've cried more about the victory than anything else. I want to jump up and down and give people hugs, but somehow I don't think that would go over well at work -- for the most part. My Red Sox buddy will be in the office later today, and there will be jumping and hugs then.
Congratulations to the Red Sox and to Boston, and to everyone in Red Sox Nation. This is the year.
Congratulations to the Red Sox and to Boston, and to everyone in Red Sox Nation. This is the year.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
One More Thing
I stayed up to watch some of the press conferences, and shots of Boston fans celebrating all over the city. And right before I went to bed I called Kristin one last time, with one final question. "When I wake up tomorrow, will the Red Sox still have won tonight?" Yes Katherine, the Red Sox still will have won. This feels like a dream.
Sooooooo Happy
But I don't even know what to do about it. What do you do when the Red Sox win the pennant?
I was pretty tired when I got home from work last night, since I stayed up late the last three nights to watch the previous games. So I laid down to sleep for a little bit, so I could stay up to watch this one. And then didn't wake up until 10 PM. I went upstairs to turn on the TV, and saw the score was 8 to 1, Red Sox. What? That was literally the last thing I was expecting. I was excited, but confused.
The most familiar feeling I had all night was when Pedro starting pitching in the 7th and immediately gave up five hits (or was it six? I don't even know). Being upset, disappointed, second guessing Terry Francona -- that I can do. But then Timlin came in, and the rest of game passed by quickly. They finished in nine innings, which almost seemed abbreviated after the last few days. And the Red Sox won the pennant.
I was on the phone with Kevin at the time, although Jessica and Kristin called in, and my dad left a message, and I kept on saying "What do I do?". He said "Think about what you would do if this were the Pats, and they won." Oh. I can do that!! I love the Red Sox, and even more when I don't feel like I'm going to throw up while I'm watching them. Who knew?
I was pretty tired when I got home from work last night, since I stayed up late the last three nights to watch the previous games. So I laid down to sleep for a little bit, so I could stay up to watch this one. And then didn't wake up until 10 PM. I went upstairs to turn on the TV, and saw the score was 8 to 1, Red Sox. What? That was literally the last thing I was expecting. I was excited, but confused.
The most familiar feeling I had all night was when Pedro starting pitching in the 7th and immediately gave up five hits (or was it six? I don't even know). Being upset, disappointed, second guessing Terry Francona -- that I can do. But then Timlin came in, and the rest of game passed by quickly. They finished in nine innings, which almost seemed abbreviated after the last few days. And the Red Sox won the pennant.
I was on the phone with Kevin at the time, although Jessica and Kristin called in, and my dad left a message, and I kept on saying "What do I do?". He said "Think about what you would do if this were the Pats, and they won." Oh. I can do that!! I love the Red Sox, and even more when I don't feel like I'm going to throw up while I'm watching them. Who knew?
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
I can't talk about it.
I'm so excited right now. I'm going to be glued to the television tonight (not literally). I don't want to talk about it too much because that will jinx it. Could this be the year?
