[Lynn]

Well, I hope you guys are proud of yourselves. I was just telling my grandson, Brian how his great great grandmother came to this Country from Quebec in 1912, and settled in New England, the same year Fenway opened. The Red Sox became her "connection" to the new country.
She became a life long Red Sox fan, and passed that disease on to my father. Dad passed it on to me. My Dad lived his whole life never seeing the Sox win a series. He died in 1998, after four bouts with cancer over a 14 year period (he spent a year in Japan after the bombs, and was exposed to all that radiation). Anyway, my little French Canadian grandmother (that's right, Brian's great great grandmother) flew to Oklahoma for my dad's funeral. She was a few months shy of 98. She wept when I told her that his last words to me were: "Did the Sox win today?"

I can take it. I am a grown man (well this week a groaning man). But come on, now you have hurt Brian's feelings.