It has been hard the past few days not being home. I had to “watch” the game pitch-by-pitch on my phone in the middle of the night and frolic around a nearly deserted common area at 430 in the morning in joyous celebration when Koji pitched the final strike. Today I tried to watch the live stream of the parade but knew the internet was not nearly fast enough to even consider it. I can’t lie, I have been a little homesick.
I thought it was hard in 2007 when I was in South Carolina. I relentlessly forced my roommate to watch all the games with me then sought out anyone I knew from New England after the Sox won but at least I was in the same time zone and at least the games were on TV. I was starting to feel a bit isolate here knowing of only one other person from New England in a crew of 400. But it turns out this too is Red Sox Nation.
You may be wondering where Red Sox Nation stretches. The answer – to all corners of the globe. This summer when I was on a medical missions trip in Nicaragua the team bus driver was rocking the fitted B the whole week. When my brother Bill climbed Mt Fuji this summer he met a Red Sox fan up on the summit and for my birthday my brother Dan sent me a handmade Red Sox coaster he bought in the Middle East on his deployment. Then Wednesday afternoon, game day, I saw one of the Congolese caregivers representing with the classic Red Sox hat. Maine, Massachusetts, Nicaragua, Japan, the Congo, as far as people have reached – there is Red Sox Nation!
Join together Red Sox Nation and celebrate an amazing team an amazing season and an amazing city.