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[katallison]

From Roger Angell's piece on Game Six of the 1975 World Series, when Carlton Fisk hit the home run to win it in the 12th inning (only to lose it all the next night):

I suddenly remembered all my old absent and distant Sox-afflicted friends (and all the other Red Sox fans, all over New England), and I thought of them--in Brookline, Mass., and Brooklin, Maine; in Beverly Farms and Mashpee and Presque Isle and North Conway and Damariscotta; in Pomfret, Connecticut, and Pomfret, Vermont; in Wayland and Providence and Revere and Nashua, and in both the Concords and all five Manchesters; and in Raymond, New Hampshire (where Carlton Fisk lives) and Bellows Falls, Vermont (where Carlton Fisk was *born*), and I saw all of them dancing and shouting and kissing and leaping about like the fans at Fenway--jumping up an down in their bedrooms and kitchens and living rooms, and in bars and trailers, and even in some boats here and there, I suppose, and on back-country roads (a lone driver getting the news over the radio and blowing his horn over and over, and finally pulling up and getting out and leaping up and down on the cold macadam, yelling into the night), and all of them, for once at least, utterly joyful and believing in that joy--alight with it.

Baseball can break your heart, but it can also bring such great joy. Congrats to all the Red Sox fans everywhere, and may I contribute a modest but heartfelt wheeeeeee!!!!

Comments

[kassrachel.livejournal.com]

wheee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[reginagiraffe]

wheeeeee!!!!!!!!!

[vagabondage.livejournal.com]

I loved the sign that a couple of Red Sox fans were carrying around Bush Stadium. It said, "We Forgive Bill Buckner".

I'm taking this as a sign for good change, and have even more hope that next weeks elections will give us a new president.

I'm still spilling a tear or two of joy now and then because the Red Sox have given me hope, and proved that curses can be broken.