Every time I see this:

It reminds me of the night I wrote this*.

To the members of the 2004 Boston Red Sox, I heartily apologize for letting the faith shake out of my body like some bad, hot germs. But you gotta understand; you damn near broke my heart in seventeen places — again. I only knew the pain. But then I got schooled.

I have to say that living in this bold, new era of “anything can happen” is gonna take some getting used to.

But something tells me we’re going to enjoy it.

*For anyone interested in reliving the worst night ever to be a Red Sox fan, check the comments on that post [they’re there, no matter what Haloscan tells you]. Particularly prescient is Tatiana’s noting that “I still think we can make an amazing recovery.”