this is where the full on insanity starts.

it takes a special kind of crazy to be a sox fan abroad, in london. it means drastically altered sleep patterns, so you can stay up til 5 am every evening. it means hour upon hour of internet research, to try to stay on top of what’s happening, and attempt to be a part of the larger community. it means transatlantic phone calls to rehash the events with family and friends. it means adjusting to the fact that no one here will *truly* understand your passion for this game, this team. you try to draw analogies… but can they really comprehend the idea of being an arsenal or man united fan in the face of 86 years of disappointment?

it’s nothing they can relate to, and there’s nothing worse than being completely overjoyed… and being alone in your elation. it’s even worse knowing you are missing out on the festivities and fervor back home.

but when they win it all, it will all be worth it. this is what you keep telling yourself. you tell yourself you can sleep in november, knowing that if you miss out, you’ll be kicking yourself for another 86 years.

game 2 tonight, and I’m off to take a nap.

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