Fine, I admit it. I cried.
Never, in my entire life, has the town, the team I loved brought home the world championship. No, I wasn't raised a Sox fan. But I love this city more than I have ever loved anything that didn't share my last name. The El is my heartbeat. The streets, the sordid past, is our past. This is a city of people, of teams, that are just trying to make it one more day. Every single person who walks down these streets knows your heart, your everyday everything. People look at you here; they know your struggles resemble their own. This isn't a city that greets you with a pat on a back; this is a bear hug that leaves bruises kind of city. Where I was born doesn't matter; I live in Chicago, a city that defined me before I arrived.
posted by Jess W at 10:10 PM
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I saw Frank Thomas - Lutwin asked what do you think his thoughts are on winning a series, but being injured for most of it?
Kudos kid, you got us - in 4 great games. I only wish that it would've gone 7, but that each game was as close as these four. Yeesh, all Brandon Backe wanted was one fucking run and he would've pitched the whole game, but nooooooooooooo, the Astros return to the boys of old, shitting the bed and leaving people on base. Dammit.
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