From a young age I have always grown up with the concept baseball. Whether it may be going out to play catch in the yard, family games, or even just watching it on the TV; my love for baseball has always been the same. I still remember going to my first Red Sox game. The atmosphere was alive with excitement, and every time the pitcher threw the ball I held my breath with anticipation to see what would happen next.

            I have always followed the Red Sox, and when they made it to the World Series in 2004 I had a feeling this was going to be the year…the year that they finally broke the infamous curse of the Bambino. I faithfully watched every game of the American League Championship Series and of the World Series even though I probably should have been asleep or doing my homework, but my love for the Red Sox took over.

            People’s undying devotion for their team brought them as far as St. Louis to go support them. Never mind they had to pay a lot of money for their ticket and airfare, they still wanted to go see the Red Sox play. Unfortunately, I did not attend the World Series, but if the opportunity arose, I would have taken the chance in a heartbeat.

            Myself, as well as many other fans, will watch the Red Sox season after season never giving up hope for another World Series Victory.

1912, 1915, 1916, 1918, 2004, 2007… 2009??