As the dust settles on the Red Sox fourth world series championship in 15 years, Red Sox fans from all over the globe can take a step back and reflect on the year; A year that captured Red Sox fans hearts everywhere. Numerous players from this team changed their narrative from playoff disasters to playoff heroes. This team will live on in the hearts of many of the Red Sox faithful.
The 2013 team is still the championship team that means the most to me. I’m sure they meant a great deal to the city of Boston, like they all do. At that time, the city was broken, and that team helped put the pieces back together. That 2013 team was my favorite, because they were picked to do nothing, but came together to shock the world. Baseball that year was nothing but bliss.
World Series championships always hold a special place in the hearts of fans, and some just mean more than others. This year’s World Series meant more to me than any other Red Sox championship. 2013, is still my favorite Red Sox team, but this World Series championship meant more. I can not speak for every fan, I am only speaking as the writer of this article. But for this writer, this title was the sweetest.
Growing up, baseball was a huge part of my life and household. My entire family is still avid baseball fans. Most importantly, baseball was a thing that my father and I watched together and could bond over. We would sit on the couch and he would teach me the game as he saw it. He was also my little league baseball coach. I learned to love baseball, and watching the sport always brings me back to a time when I was younger with my family and I sitting on the couch. We would tell stories, and as I got older the lessons turned to how to live life and love. You always seem take those conversations for granted and think they will last forever.
During the 2013 season, in which the Red Sox walked away champions, my father celebrated with me on the phone, as we lived in different cities. My father was a Cincinnati Reds fan, but always remained open to each of his children’s favorite team preferences. I could tell he was smiling from ear to ear with me. That championship had just completed the greatest month of my life at that point. I had just gotten married, and now I got to watch my favorite team win the World Series.
My father, and my best friend, passed away in the fall of 2015. Since then, watching baseball has had more meaning. During this season, and especially during the World Series, I could not help but think about my dad and how excited he would have been for me. Even though he did not root for the Red Sox, all he wanted was to see his children happy, and this championship and this Red Sox team made me happy. We would have shared our end of the World Series phone call and he would have been smiling ear to ear. To the man who taught me how to love baseball and understand the nuances of the game, as well as the man who instilled my love of writing and sports in general, I wish we could have celebrated together in person. None the less, you had the best seat in the house for that last out, and this one was for you Dad.