We all started the countdown last Spring, and now it’s starting to come close to single digits. October is just 2 weeks away, and in Boston and the rest of the baseball world that means a heck of a lot more than the fact it’s time to start putting out Halloween decorations. It seems that the quality of my days are directly correlated with the ever-fluctuating number of games the Sox hold over the Yankees. Even a half game difference changes the way I measure my half-glass of milk in the morning. I am very excited to have September be the time to start this blog and to make a push to become the first President of Red Sox Nation. It’s going to be a stressful time in the weeks ahead, but somehow it seems that  Red Sox Nation relishes in that stress, and I am looking forward to the extra work that my heart will have to do to accomodate for this time.

Of course, my glass of milk this morning was half full. Not only did we maintain a breathable lead in the standings, but the wait is over. So it may not have been an 86-year-old wait filled with terrible heartbreak and sorrow time and time again, but finally David Ortiz was located in the center of a jumping pit at home plate under the magical lights of Fenway Park. The vision of that mayhem seemed to fill a little piece that was missing from the Red Sox season thus far. Not only that, but it came at a perfect time, with the Red Sox and Yankees continuing their rivalry in the series coming up this weekend. Ortiz now has the monkey off his back that seemed to be nagging him all season in ninth inning situations where we were all used to seeing that sweet swing and the white ball disappearing into fans waiting in chaos. Now he can go into this final stretch to reach the playoffs with no distractions and the confidence that he can come through (nevermind the torn miniscus and sore shoulder).

Now all we can do is wait in anticipation for 7:05pm (most nights) and watch what unfolds.