Comeback City

Let it be known that I am not a Red Sox fan by any stretch of the imagination.

In fact, my dad is from New York.

Kind of a Yankees fan.

Not die-hard or anything, but he roots for them.

That said, I usually pull for the pinstripes and root against 'Red Sox Nation'.

(By the way, I feel bad for real fans of teams that are as popular as the Red Sox. It sucks to be a true fan of a team that is so good that they become the 'it' team of a sport. Everyone questions your true fanhood, day in and day out. Your loyalty and its longevity are constantly questioned. It kind of sucks.)

But last night's ALCS game 5 was something special.

Very rarely in sports does one find him/herself rooting for the comeback despite a particular allegiance. I must admit that late in the game I found myself rooting for the Sox.

Down 7-0, it seemed impossible.

Just like the past, they rallied.

For the first time, I actually enjoyed it.

Part of the excitement was that the favorite Sox had actually become the underdog during the first four games.

The Rays were beating the living bejesus out of them.

Then, for one more game, the series lived on.

See you at game 6.