Riverdancing at City Hall

Tek is a very smart man. John Henry and Theo Epstein: listen to your Captain. Forget the stats on 34 year old third basemen: I seem to remember a guy in Baltimore playing pretty well into his late 30's. Mike Lowell is a leader on this team: a level headed presence in a sea of insanity.

He's one of the few players on the team who is bi-lingual: Tavarez teaching Daisuke and Okajimer how to curse in Spanish doesn't count. He plays 3B like he's defending the Alamo, can groom a beard like nobodies business, and without his 21 HR's and 120RBI's, I really don't think the Red Sox are celebrating their second World Championship in 4 years. This is not a guy on his last legs, but a integral part of the team and clubhouse.

Listen to your Captain.

I was going to write about how my life is one three legged dog away from being a country music song. Angie's heat went kaput in the man van last night, so I had to take it to the dealership this morning. At the same time, Trot had a Dr. appointment, Rakes had his Halloween party, the guy was coming to fix the dishwasher, Ciera had a parent/teacher conference, and I had to try to convince clients with full inventories and no money that they absolutely, positively, HAD to have the bedroom suite I was showing them. Then I get to figure out someway to get the man van picked up from the dealer, get home, and take the family to Rakes soccer party/trophy ceremony.

Somehow I made it: I'm pretty sure there were speeding violations, illegal U Turns, and crimes against humanity committed during the day, though I can't swear to it.

Rakes was beaming when he got his trophy in case you were wondering.

I decided against it though: even though I thought about the Rolling Rally Parade all day, I'm trying to spread my happiness out over the winter. Figure I'll try and hold out until mid November before I actually watch the whole thing.

However, I did watch bits and pieces online tonight, and I've come to the following observations:

A. Jonathon Papelbon is, without a shadow of a doubt, certifiable. He at various points in the parade smoked a cigar, Riverdanced, wore a kilt, used a broom as an oar, and generally acted like Vince Neil in his prime.

B. Sharing Pap's duck boat were Mike Timlin and The Dropkick Murphys, which is awesome on about 10 levels. Can you imagine the Yankees letting a rock band share in their parade? Can you imagine Mariano Rivera doing a jig with Kyle Farnsworth? Better yet, given their championship drought lately, can you even VISUALIZE the Yankees in a World Series parade? (OK, that was a little mean spirited. And I could care less. Hehe.)

C. Watching my team celebrate winning the World Series will never, EVER, get old. It's a little sad to think that Schilling may not be back next year. Or that Senor Doubles may leave as well. But seeing the joy the fans got in thanking the players, and the joy the players got in thanking the fans was great to see.

I thought after 2004 I'd never feel as good about a Red Sox team again.

Happily, I was wrong. Different team, different guys, but just like your children, you can't pick a favorite.

You love them equally.

Thanks for a wicked awesome season guys.