Dear Red Sox,
Thank you for a thrilling season of baseball.
Thank you for playing as a team.
Thank you for showing grace and style day in and day out from April until October.
I know it's only a game and I know the players get paid a lot of money to *play* that game, but it's a game that binds together generations. My father invested me with a love of baseball. I have instilled that love in my own children. My boys and I listened to nearly every game all season long. Because we don't have cable TV, we learned to see the game from the radio broadcasters play-by-play. We watched each game of the division and world series, staying up late and bleary-eyed each night to cheer our team. It's been a beautiful touchstone between mother and sons: baseball and a team that embodies the best of sportsmanship.
Tomorrow I will wear my red sox cap and smile, even as I feel a bittersweet sadness at the end of the season, the official end of summer.
How 'bout them sox?