She liked a level playing field. She had the 2004 World Champion Red Sox cap firmly affixed to her head, a birthday gift from her crazy sister. Even whacko, she’d been lucid enough to grasp it’s significance. She’d now look forward to many years, maybe all of them, clinging to that single moment of euphoria. A dream come true many generations in the making. The ghosts and spirits of all who’d passed crowded the field that night. Daughters, sons, nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters all thought of their lost loved ones in that same moment. And a miracle it was, she knew it, they all knew it. Making history on their way up clearing out the Yankees made the victory that much sweeter. And now, beat down by the White Sox, we can all cheer as they go on and win it all, their turn at a moment in the sun, so long overdue. Then at least we can bask in their glory by proxy and remember that special moment when our own history changed forever.
