Back in March I went off to England for three months. But I took my Soxs with me courtesy of Jason Jackson. After the debacle of finishing last, last season, to come back and go worst to first and win the World Series, it doesn’t get any better than this. I would get up in the morning in England, and watch my sox over breakfast. Day after day, week after week, I pulled for my boys. And then something horrible happened on Patriots Day— two terrorists tried to kill the spirit of Boston by blowing up the Marathon. But no one can kill the spirit of a town that is Boston Strong. And so our bearded wonders who would pull beards when homers happened are now celebrating, and rightly so. They earned it.
I Always Had My Sox On— We are the Champions!!
October 30, 2013 by