I'm so happy to be celebrating another championship for my favorite team, the Boston Red Sox. I inherited my loyalty from my dad, who followed the Sox all his life and faced all the classic disappointments -- including the legendary debacle in 1986 -- but didn't live long enough to see them win a World Series.
I thought of him when I was at Fenway Park this summer, and I'll be thinking of him when I see the 2018 banner, next time I visit.
Goodbye, summer. Now it's a long wait until spring . . . .