I can no longer say, "The Red Sox killed my Dad, and they're coming after me." When I heard that line I started to write a song about it, but now, thankfully, it is too late. I became aware I was a Sox fan in 1952, so I suffered for a relatively few years, the Sox being decades into their winless streak by then. It seems every 80+ year old Sox fan in Boston has been interviewed on tv these last weeks. Anyone who is not from New England could possibly understand what tonight meant...Cubs fans, you are on your own!

dw