It's just not the same. It used to be that us long suffering Red Sox fans had a certain pride in the fact that we could withstand the fall from the very highest highs of being thisclose to winning a World Series to the soul crushing lows of having that same certain victory stolen from us at the very last moment.
Then the unthinkable happened. The Sox actually did it. And suddenly, we weren't so special anymore. Our suffering was no deeper than any other run of the mill franchise fan's. It sounds sick, but I actually miss the days when we were perrenial losers, Wile E. Coyotes, charging with unreasonable hope off the cliff in pursuit of the dream.
I did this piece the year the Sox won the World Series, and I was planning on doing a children's book on the whole broken hearted fan thing. Then the $#@*!!'s won, and killed the idea.
There's still the Cubs though.
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