Redemption. Retribution. Karma. Payback. Call it what you will.

I call it an affirmation of faith, a just vindication that the years of unwavering support through heartache after heartache, were not in vain. Victory would be ours, in the end.

The nerd finally got the homecoming queen. Charlie Brown finally kicked the football. The frog was kissed into a prince.

The only thing which could possibly be more emotionally satisfying would be if it were possible to beat the Yankees in the world Series. To come back after what happened last year in Game 7 (I don’t know of a single sox fan who didn’t shed a tear that night), to come back after what happened in the first three games of this playoff run (i don’t know of a single fan who didn’t cringe in abject humiliation at the 19-8 score) … this is definitely the single most satisfying moment in my 30+ years of Sox fandom, and I wager most other fans would say the exact same thing.

I call it the most important Boston Sporting Moment of my lifetime (Of course, when we win the Series, I might retract that statement…)

Call it what you will. I call it the beginning.

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