The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Forget about sugarplums, fruitcakes and mistletoe. This is the most wonderful time of the year. It is the MLB playoff season and the Red Sox are part of it again.

This is the time of year when leave work and plant ourselves directly in a sports bar "because the Red Sox are playing". My little sister will gain her "fall 15" from a playoff diet of Sam Adams Oktoberfest, rally nachos and chicken wings smothered with blue cheese. It is the time of year when we wake up blurry eyed for work because the game wasn't over until one in the morning.

I like the Red Sox chances to give us a few weeks of this too. Sure, the White Sox may have the better record, better pitching, better defense and a better bullpen, but when was the last time that they won a playoff series, 1917? The White Sox and their fans are still in the "we must believe phase."

As Red Sox fans, we know all about this "believe" phase, but we've moved on to the "we can definitely win" phase. We know for sure that there is no curse holding us back. We know that the Bambino's spirit is at rest, that there is no supernatural force to sweep down to cause a mishap when we're on the verge of victory.

The White Sox on the other hand...they could definitely be cursed. The baseball gods won't easily forgive a franchise that threw a World Series. And why aren't their socks actually white?

Go (Red) Sox! See you at the bar.