So, Fenway Faithful, where were you?
At my dad’s house, watching on my tiny television
Watching the Red Sox win the world series against the Cardinals breaking “the curse of the Bambino”
17 years old, and I was in St. Louis, Missouri. I won’t forget it. Go Red Sox!
In my living room on the couch with my dad
I’ll never forget that night, celebrating with my dad.
Twelve years old. My mom woke us (my sister and me) up in the bottom of the ninth after being on the phone with my dad...
I was a freshman in high school….and turning 14.
Reverse the curse
I immediately burst into tears and my whole family was screaming. Except for my dad, though, because he’s a Yankees fan...
At home sitting in stunned silence while my sister announced that it was all because of her birthday (she turned 14 that...
at my house cheering em on!
Boo… My answer got cut off and looks like I was trying to be an ass or something. Anyhow: my mom’s apartment on the west...
en el cuarto de mis papas !
Sitting perched on my bed, with my itty bitty color TV that I got for my birthday when I was 13. The one with the bunny...
Crying on my knees, from pure happiness, in my living room.
In my living room with my brother in total shock at what just happened. We kinda just looked at eachother, hugged and...
