This is the last picture or article about the Red Sox. While riding in the duck parade, Pedro got hit on the head by a baseball today that someone threw from the bank of the river. No one can explain why it was thrown, much less who did it. But Pedro is fine, and the rally is over, and we still won the World Series. Curt Schilling showed up on crutches and will be operated on Wednesday, but we still won the World Series.
I should have named this blog Red Sox Fever, 90% Red Sox, 10% Life. Life is not normal when you have a World Series team in your town, and some really tense and important games to think about while you do your mundane every day chores. It has really been fun.
Today was cool and misty, but it did not rain out our parade. After it was over, it was hard to think about what to do next. It is going to be a long time before spring season and the next baseball game. Thanks to the Red Sox for a couple of weeks of stunningly good fun and exciting times. We swept 'em. No more tense nailbiting game watching. Now it is time for a long nap. Thanks to you all for reading about our own bunch of lovable idiots, and forgive me if I went a little overboard. I couldn't help it.
Back to my knitting.
