mayhem ensues

couple things to mention here. as you know, sox- AL east division champs. very big moment for me. and mad props to the angels... AL west division champs. it was a happy time in our home. thus, as the baseball gods desired, the two teams were paired up in the first round of the playoffs. at first, there was rejoicing. but then, things took a completely zany, chaotic turn towards the abnormal.
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now 'SPLAIN ME DAT, LUCY! we watched game one in the inner sanctuary... aka our living room. with children at our feet, supporting one another in love and harmony, we cheered our teams like mature adults. then, suddenly, i heard my children, my own flesh and blood, cheering for the angels! "stunned" and "speechless" do not begin to describe my condition. especially the speechless part... because believe you me, i had things to say. and when i suggested they would be wise to cheer for the team whose very name matches the color of their life blood, i was met with some bizarre bugsy malone soup kitchen chant of "NO, NO, NO, NO!"

now. my husband finds humor in all this. the disgrace of having children who are fair-weather fans is almost more than i can bear. just the other day we were listening to ESPN radio, and the debate was over whether or not you can have more than one "team" in any given sport. i agree that it borders on sacrilege. you grow up with a team, you dedicate your soul to the gods of that team, and you stand by them come hell or high water. (hello, celtics fan, i get that concept). i bear that responsibility with great solemnity, and i believe it is my duty to produce a minimum of three more red sox fans as borne from my womb.

however, the past two years of my life have been very trying for me, and brought many of my personal weaknesses to the forefront; chief of which is the fact that i have control issues. so in my effort to "let go" of the things i cannot control, i release myself from the responsibility of fan-rearing. "the children" as they will now be ambiguously known, are free to choose whatever team suits them. should they decide to jump back on the beantown train, i will be there to greet them with a warm and loving embrace. if they do not, however, choose to support the right team, i cannot be reponsible for what may ensue. however, i believe in the bible, the book of joshua clearly states that "as for me and my house, we will serve...big papi and the ALDS champs" (italics added with minor creative license)