Game #7

I'm pacing my living room with my fist in the air. My sporadic shouting is waking my wife and scaring the dog. The Red Sox are winning game six and forcing the issue of game seven. Tampa fans do not understand how this can be happening: some Red Sox fans are in the same boat.

The faithful, though, realize this is when the Red Sox thrive most, only after they have been factored out. Only when winning seems to be an impossibility does this team truly come alive, even as most fold gently to accept the course of events laid at the doorstep of apparent unavoidably. Much like the phoenix rising from the flames of an all but guaranteed fate to become an entity shining brighter even than that of it's stunning life past: let it be a reminder to all of us that when things appear at their worst and defeat is a nap away, hope is available for those who want it most.