A belated tribute to the 2013 Boston Red Sox

Can you believe it’s been almost a month since the Boston Red Sox won the World Series?

One year after a 69-93 season. Two years after a September collapse of epic proportions. On their third general manager in the three years. A team that literally started at rock bottom.

I still can’t believe it.

This was a season that started merely weeks before the attacks on our city and it has carried the city of Boston on its shoulders ever since. We finally got our parade down Boylston Street and proved that absolutely nothing could hold this city back from coming out in droves to celebrate the wonderful triumphs of the athletes in this town.

Wednesday, October 30 was a pretty ridiculous night. It’s a pretty significant miracle that I did not get arrested that night. I travelled many miles on foot between the hours of 11pm and 2am. I was watching the game at one of my friend’s apartments right next door, but of course once they won we kind of all collectively decided that ‘when is this ever going to happen again when we’re all here?’ (Hopefully soon, but you know…) So we joined hundreds of other crazy people sprinting down Comm Ave. toward Kenmore. We even ran into some of our Yankee fan friends decked out in their gear screaming GO YANKEES! Good times.

We realized pretty soon that obviously Kenmore was very well blocked off. And luckily, we never thought of this or we probably would have been the people arrested for running down the B line tunnel to get into Kenmore.

We ran all the way around the outer perimeter of the Square trying to find a way in, were escorted out of a BU dorm after trying to cut through there and eventually finally got through the barricades, but not after losing my phone. (Did I mention this was a brand new iPhone I had gotten a couple of weeks prior? My first smartphone.) And I just drop it in Kenmore Square. Which means that the only picture I have is this:

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Just me and my friend running down Comm Ave. None of the crazy crowds. None of the GO SOX sign on the Prudential center. None of the crazy celebrations. Just selfies. I kill myself sometimes.

(And as a side note: I did end up getting my phone back because the city of Boston is full of wonderful, honest people and I was very, very lucky! The man who picked up my phone called the number under Dad and woke (and scared the crap out of) my stepmother in the middle of the night to say he found my phone and I ended up being able to arrange a time the next day to pick it up. Seriously, I was mad lucky.)

So after a lot of screaming LET’S GO RED SOX! and other celebratory cheers and songs we managed to get on the T and I just ended up spending the night at my friend’s house because we got on whatever T came first and we could get packed into and it went way closer to his apartment than mine and at that point I would’ve slept on the asphalt in Kenmore Square and still been the happiest person in the world. (Except for the fact that I still thought I had lost my cell phone forever.)

All in all, it was a pretty amazing night.

And I was beyond thrilled to find out that I could actually go to the duck boat parade! I had work at 11, but I woke up at 7am to get a good spot by 8am, watched the parade come out of Fenway at 10am and was too work on time at 10:55pm. And then drove to Providence that night for a BU hockey game. What a week!

Here are some of the pictures I grabbed from the rolling rally:

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A new flag on the block.

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I got us an awesome spot where we could see the scoreboard and could watch everything going on inside the Park while we waited the two hours for the parade to start.

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A glimpse of the trophy.

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In Farrell we trust.

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Peddy was literally adorable in that hat.

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Gomes and Napoli.

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Salti.

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How far we’ve come Lackey.

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And Lester.

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Papi looking completely badass. And Victorino MIA.

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Kojiiiiiiii.

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Packed in like sardines, but totally worth it!

I still need to see a Bruins parade in order for my life to be complete, but this was still an amazing experience and it makes me beyond happy that one team could bring a championship back to Boston after the year we have had. And the fact that the day went off without a hitch is even better.

The Red Sox will always have a special place in my heart as my first favorite sports team. My grandparents are from Boston and if there is one thing that I was taught from a very young age, it was to always, always support the Boston Red Sox. My first professional sporting event was to Fenway Park. My first sports gear was a Red Sox shirt and baseball cap. My first undying allegiance will always belong to the Red Sox and I will always hate the Yankees more than any other sports team. I’m so lucky to have witnessed three World Series wins in the past decade. And while nothing will every compare to the 2004 ALCS, actually being in the heart of Boston for a World Series win is a feeling that cannot be compared to anything else in the world.

Thank you, Red Sox! Beard on.

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