The fall of 2004 was super exciting, at least the little I remember about that fall. Scott and I were so excited that we were finally expecting our first baby, despite some ups and downs in the first few weeks of the pregnancy. When we found out about the pregnancy, I dreamed of a healthy baby, Scott was hoping for another Red Sox fan. In time, we both got our way.
In October of 2004, the Red Sox had some major comebacks from their pitiful beginning season. Out of the blue, they starting winning and winning. They won enough that they found themselves in Game 4 of the World Series up by 3 games. WOULD THIS BE THE YEAR THEY BROKE THE CURSE???
I remember trying so hard to stay up to watch. I see Scott, rocking back and forth on our plaid couch holding our blue pillow. He was decked out in his Red Sox shirt (the one he wore in almost every photograph from 2003-2010, possibly beyond) and ball cap. I tried to stay awake to watch. However, after falling asleep at least 7 times, Scott sent me to bed. Luckily, we lived in such a small house, he was a few feet away in our living room. I was awake enough to hear, “Oh my goodness, they are about to do it!!!!!!”
I sprang out of bed just in time to watch the Red Sox win their first World Series title since 1918. Scott exploded, literally. He danced, he sang, he could barely sit down. “My grandpa never saw them win like this!” Honestly, it was the happiest I had EVER seen him at that point. (No, I wasn’t jealous, I understood him and his LOVE for the team. I might have been a little jealous…)
Anyway, at that moment, I was a Sox fan by marriage, so like a good wife, I was nothing but happy for that team. Most of all, I loved watching the win with Scott. It was fun being there that moment, as well as living in New England too. Before we moved away, I was an official fan too.
The 2007 win wasn’t as memorable for me. This time, I know I went to bed, and I think I only woke up for a second after they won. I am sure it was to say, “Um, great. Glad they won AGAIN, but if you wake up the kids, then they are yours tonight. I have to teach tomorrow.” I was still a decent wife, so I am sure I gave him a hug, but I just don’t remember. In 2007, our son was 2. He was quirky and crazy, and the Red Sox were just t-shirts and ball caps to him.
As our son grew, he eventually learned about baseball. In time, it became an obsession, which meant that baseball was the ONLY thing our son talked about. He knew the history, the stats, and everything a 6 year old could know. Scott prayed our son would NOT be a Yankee fan, and we were both happy the first time he said, “I don’t like the Yankees if they don’t like the Red Sox.”
Anyway, for a few years, the boys shared their love of baseball together. They watched their team live in Kansas City and Minnesota, but not at Fenway, like they both dreamed. We saw Ortiz (MC’s favorite player) hit a home run, and we saw them lose to the Royals. The boys also all but cried the year the Sox were the WORST TEAM IN BASEBALL. (You know, I bet they did cry about that…)
Now, 2013, the WORST year of my life, to be completely honest. Our family is dealing with cancer, school, and busy schedules. The boys watched baseball when they could, but not as much as they wanted. Finally, the weekend came where they were going to another live game together, except, they never made it to that game. Instead, the road to our final good-bye started….
Last week, as the Sox won more games than they lost, I found myself spending October 30 crying and I couldn’t stop. It was game 6, and I just KNEW the Sox would win again. It would be the first World Series title my son would witness, and I was determined to stay up to watch it with him, no matter how exhausted I felt.
McCartney and I watched the game together, cuddling under Scott’s fleece blanket. We watched the Sox score, and get the Cardinals out inning after inning. We watched it together, hoping they would win, and feeling OUR loss the whole time.
As the Red Sox won their third World Series title since 2004, we cheered, we hugged, and we went to bed, because the celebration felt empty without the other MAJOR Sox fan in our house.
Life can be so unfair