WINNERS (YAY!!!!!!!!) and a loser

THEY DID IT!

AMAZING.

i will be rioting all week in the form of being a cranky pill of person (argumentative, disrespectful, obnoixo), knocking stuff over and generally causing a stir all around the spiz, because i was unable to over turn any cars in the street sunday night (tho i do admit i didn’t try and didn’t really want to with out the help of my fellow sox fans {MY FRIENDS AND PARENTS }). this has been a pretty empty victory for me seeing as i am pretty far from the motherland and those who hold the same bizarre and wonderful traditions revolving around the sox (success portals, well timed bathroom trips, yelling at the tv, being shat on by yankee fans, spicy fries, techis’ house, incredible pessismism, general talk of the batting lineup, game boyfriends, and gossiping about the teams personal life { you have to admitt the sox have the most character in baseball}). i felt acutely like a loser when tearing up watching tek AND lowell cry on national tv, and again when yelling into my cell phone and jumping up and down over this INCREDIBLE WIN in rachel’s apartment while arielle, rachel and nicholas talked about breakfeast meats and the nfl.

don’t get me wrong.

i had all three of them somewhat hooked to the series, and i sort of can’t believe it. rachel and nicholas and arielle have maybe joined the elite crew of jerks known as red sox nation. they tried their best to spout off about manny, and inquire about the pitching rotation and cheer on tek with me. it meant a lot to me that they became sox fans, and surrogate game watching companions over the course of the past few weeks. rachel even trusted me to watch the games in her house while she was in the box! nicholas even took up knitting on the couch with me during games and got really into the pitches! arielle kept telling me they could and would do it! she was right! it really broke my heart with sweetness. i might be getting them all hats for christmas. that’s right. hats.

but at the end of the series it was me alone in the parking lot cheering into my phone, getting yelped at back during a flurry of text messages and feeling incredibly compelled to try and light things ( sam adams box) on fire (too windy) and throw containers (orange dixie cup) of water into the spiz night. let me tell you a one woman riot is not a frightening or fun as i would have expected. so instead of big explosions and complete chaotic destruction i am taking the week to be a MASSHOLE. i will be a jerk, probably to your face and to your property, definitely behind the wheel, but don’t take it personally. it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with TRADITION.

THE RED SOX WON THE WORLD SERIES. THAT IS INCREDIBLE.

AND I AM GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU KNOW IT!