We are the champions

I did get a fine walk in today, and I took decent pictures, but my head and heart were elsewhere—about a hundred miles northeast, to be exact. My beloved Boston Red Sox, in this "improbable dream" year, had somehow wound up at Fenway to play the 6th game of the World Series against St. Louis. The Sox were up 3 games to 2, and if you know baseball, you know that with a win tonight, the Sox could clinch the championship. It would be the team's third since 2004, when they broke the 86-year-old curse and won the Series, something I suspected would never happen in my lifetime. I wanted to bear witness to this possibility at the hallowed ballpark, but tickets were over $1,000 each—that was for standing-room—and we didn't win the ticket giveaway. So we were left to watch and listen... and remember back to our last trip to Fenway on September 4th, where we saw this sign. It was wonderfully prophetic. We magically went from a horrible last-place finish in 2012 to the pinnacle before the night was through. Boston Strong, indeed.