into the office late today, if 750 can be considered late. Later for me anyhow. Normally it’s 720 - 730, somewhere in that range. But this morning was different. I walked around the house feeling no urgency to get in my car and drive. I relaxed a bit, watched some news, and reminisced on last night.

The night when history was changed forever. I can hear Paul Revere riding up now: The Red Sox are coming! The Red Sox are coming! And indeed they came. Only this time they conquered.

It does leave something of an unsettling feeling though. Like something happened that shouldn’t have. My office-mate has mixed feelings about it even though he’s a die-hard Sox fan: It’s almost like getting together with some really hot girl and then finding out afterwards that she has the same last name as you. There’s just something wrong with it. I’ll leave him to his examples.

But strange or not, same last name or not, the Red Sox did win; the Curse was broken. Until next year anyhow.