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Two

Sunday night I was excited and tense.  If I’m destined to have a stroke, it will happen during a Red Sox game.  When it was done, I was elated, delighted, ecstatic, and lots of other words.  I screamed at the street, high-fived my friends, and played Dropkick Murphy’s at a volume of 11.  I called and texted and emailed a few dozen people.

As I watched the postgame celebrations and interviews, I thought Sox Chairman Tom Werner nailed it: “2004 was for our parents and grandparents and everyone that suffered through eight decades.  This is for us and our children.”  And we can do it again.

Two.