Sox Win!

As you can see, I took the World Series off from Blogging. The damn games ran so long. The Sox like to run long counts. They also like to score many runs, which brings in many new pitchers and takes a long time. I can't imagine anyone outside of New England or Colorado stuck around too long, and probably not everyone in Colorado.

But in New England everyone was up all night. Everyone was excited and wearing Red Sox stuff. You go to get coffee, or to the airport or to buy a Chevy, and everyone was decked out.

I don't think any other region cares about its pro sports teams as much as up here. The people here are not that superficially friendly or outgoing. We don't make eye contact walking down the street. We are not generally jolly. We expect sleet, ice and driving Northeasters. Our forefathers farmed rocky soil and had a short growing season. We had somber preachers, and the Puritan Ethic.

For years we all were united in misery about the Sox. Five years ago when Grady Little left Pedro in the game, and he went on to lose to the Yankees, everyone was depressed for two weeks. Even my depressed clients got more depressed.

But now we expected the Sox to win, and they did. The Patriots, our local football entry are run by a maniacal genius who will soon get the team to score 100 points a game. This isn't Southern college football, with the good-ol-boys drinking and crashing into each other, this is the best football team ever.

New England comes out of its reserved stupor to watch and nod.

When anyone inquires about whether we take it too seriously or try too hard or cheer too loud, we now have the refrain that I hear more and more from friends and clients.
The basic description of the world that tells all and reveals nothing comes from the lips of Coach Bill Belichick:

"It is what it is."

And that is true. Take it or leave it. Like it or Not. We are who we are. No more and no less. No more explanation is needed or will be forth coming.