So the Boston Red Sox are World Champions.

Let that shit sink in for a second.

Derek Lowe won his third and final series-clincher of 2004 as the Boston Red Sox dusted the St. Louis Cardinals for a 4-0 World Serious victory. The Series was never a contest.

I have absolutely nothing to add. I do not want to be melodramatic since after all, it’s only been 24 years for me. And there will be plenty of places to get your no-more-curse fill. But I wonder how my grandfather might be taking this in down in Florida. He was born in 1930, endured Pesky holding onto the ball for too long, Boudreau’s Indians ruining a city’s hopes, Lonborg running out of gas, Bill Lee’s hanging curve to Tony Perez (or was it an eephus for crissakes), Bucky mofracky Dent, Buckner, Stanley and Gedman and perhaps worst of all, Aaron Boone. That’s a whole lotta heartache, stuff that, unless you experienced it yourself, you would not, hell could not, understand. As illogical as it may be, perfectly rational and intelligent individuals began to wonder if it would ever happen. It’s only human nature. Well it did.

I will have more to add when my head is, um, clearer. Like a Manny home run, the celebration went deep last night. But what I am so happy about, as a Boston guy that went to college in Philadelphia with a bunch of New Yorkers, is that I can stick my chest out now. If you ask me whom I root for and I tell you the Boston Red Sox, you will no longer chuckle or make a wise-ass remark.

Don’t pity me. I’m a Boston Red Sox fan.