ive been reading alot of blogs about how people are connected with the sox, and why they're fans, and what the sox mean to them etc, so it inspired me to write my own little story..

both of my parents were not born or raised in mass. my moms from california and my dads from new york. which means im not from a long line of die-hard sox fans. naturally, my dads family were all yankee fan, and moms were angel and dodger fans. but my mom was a red sox fan, thankfully. dont ask why, cause although ive asked her many times, shes never given me a real answer. but anyway, my mom moved to boston and met my dad while he was going to college at BU. they fell in love blah blah and all that..and because my dad loved my mom so much, he converted in 1982. yeah i know, no one wants to hear about mushy love stories..so ill get on with the rest..lol..

SO ANYWAY, i was about 2 when i was introduced to the red sox and all their glory.  so seeing as my parents were both huge fans..it was only natural they draft their kids into sox nation. my dad travels alot for work, always has..so one day he came home from florida with two sox hats for my sister and i. mine was pink..and being a little girly-girly i fell in love..and let me tell you, i wore that hat EVERYWHERE. church, restaurants, you name it.  but being 2 i didnt really know what it all meant obv..i just knew i loved that hat with every fiber of my being. i also started drawing the famous "B" on anything and everything. my parents started noticing this..so they got me more involved..i got to stay up late and watch games with them..still not knowing what it really was..but just seeing that B made me so happy.

a couple years passed, and by now i had learned what baseball was and who the sox were and everything. my room was a shine to the sox. so i went to my first game at fenway at age 4. i was mesmerized by everything and can remember to this day just looking around and thinking how big it was and how pretty it was and all that. it was the greatest day of my life. just everything about fenway made me happy...especially seeing the "B" everywhere. at the time i was playing tball..so i kind of understood aboit baseball and everything..on the way home..i hugged my little pink hat and became one of God's most pathetic creatures (love me some fever pitch), a red sox fan.

from then on, as soon as my dad would come home from work and/or business trips id hound him about stats, whose pitching tonight, and of course, id start with some big rant about my hate for the yankees. theres another story..but ill get to that another time..

so lets fast forward to 2003. specifically game 7 of the ALCS shall we? NOT PRETTY OBV. i experienced my first heartbreak. all my somewhat controlled emotions and hatred for the yankees and the sox constant losing just spilled out..i cried and cried and cried and cried. ive honestly never felt that way before.. i know i was only 11..but it felt like my world was falling apart..the day after that i swore to myself i would never watch another red sox game as long as i lived. anytime anyone brought them up i would just get so angry. and then one night at dinner..my dad told me i couldnt just stop loving them..i had to take the good with the bad, keep my chin up and just keep thinking "next year"..but i told him i couldnt just forgive and forget (keep in mind i was only 11 so i hadnt experienced as much heartbreak as my parents or other older sox fans..so this losing thing was somewhat very new to me) i was just so angry..i thought "how can they do this to someone that loves them? ive done nothing but follow them and love them with every fiber of my being..and they just lose!! over and over again!"

so my dad sat down with me later that night and explained the curse..yes, this was my first one on one talk with my dad about the curse. he didnt want me to believe it..so hed always ignore me if id asked him about it before..so there was their excuse?there was my reason to not be mad? a curse? at first i didnt believe it, but my mom printed me out some facts about babe ruth and the curse and what not. so from then on, i was a firm believer that the sox COULD NOT win, ever. so my anger towards the sox continued further..

but then march rolled around..wihc means spring training..so id be sitting up in my room while my family and neighbors would be watching the srping training games..i tried so hard not to sit at the top and of the stairs and listen, but i failed. i couldnt keep being mad at them. so i got my faovrite todd wlaker shirt on and marhced downstairs and plopped on the couch where i was greeted with open arms by my family and friends. and of course i got the " welcome back triator" spehl from everyone, but hey, i was back, and i was happy.

2004, interesting season to say the least. they really werent good. haha i hate to say it, but they just werent. every game i went to that year they lost..ugg.lol so lets skip to the playoffs. my oh my. love is in my heart <3. i was absolutely ELATED after the ALCS. all that hating them during the off season made me think about things. the curse cant stay forever..and it wont..so this was the year..it had to be..i figured cause the sox couldnt possibly screw up twice in a row ( hahahahaha once again, forgive me, i was young) but i truely believed theyd pull it off. and of course we all knew what happened, we did. we f*&king did it. october 27th, 2004 was the first of many days the sox would have me crying out of pure joy, not sorrow anymore.

so everything that theyve done, even the losing, has only made me a stronger fan. i now realize that you cant just stop loving them. its not possible. even tho for a while there i said id never watch another game, deep down in my heart, i still loved them, and always will.

and i cant say i wasnt warned by dad .."they'll break ya heart"

no matter how many times they do break your heart, they always out it back together. always.

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