Now that the season is officially over and I've ran through all stages of grief in about 48 hours, I thought I'd post some of the images that I'll remember about the 2009 Red Sox season.
Almost nothing beats Spring Training. Brand new start, hope is in the air, and millions of us live and die by what the Class A squad does against the Yankees on March 7th. Yes, I need help.
Opening Day. NOTHING beats Opening Day in baseball except for winning the World Series. Factor in Papi giving Pedie crap about something and everyone else cracking up?
Josh Beckett meeting the leader of the Free World. The look on Youk's face combined with Beckett's liberal use of the F Bomb makes me wonder if we narrowly avoided an international incident.
Rakes doing his best Babe Ruth and calling his shot in a whiffle ball game at my Mom's around the 4th of July. Good Lord; he's the spitting image of me at that age. I hope he inherits my love of the Red Sox and somehow manages to avoid reform school. And I'll take one out of two.
In May I got to make my 3rd pilgrimage to New England with a stop in Vermont to stay with Rob and Jane. I couldn't have drawn up two better people or two better friends if I'd tried.
Once I arrived in Boston the SG crew hooked up where I was reunited with my long lost brother Josh and finally met Jr. Let's just say he lived up to the hype and leave it at that. Plus, he's shorter than me so I naturally want him around for my ego. The Three Amigos, only the slightly demented version.
Finally, what would a baseball season be without a Palooza? About 40 of us converged on Au Tua Nua and Paloozed a Saturday away. To each and every one of you that were there, I love ya'll.
'Course you already knew that.
Here's to 2010, another great year for the Red Sox, and another epic Palooza.
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