Boston has had a rough year. And that is not to diminish the hardships people have experienced in other cities and places around the world. I think it's so important to recognize how lucky we really are. But still, the tragedies of the Boston Marathon have been looming over us for months - since the beginning of the baseball season. So, how wonderful it is to think that, although we started at this miserable place, we ended up feeling victorious. Last night, we were jubilant, and though I think we were all remembering that day in April, we were not letting it overshadow us.
I chose never to write about the marathon because I couldn't. And because for the last year and a half or so I've been wanting out of Boston. But sometimes, especially nights like these, I feel so proud to be part of this city, to have known it for so long, to call it home.
Unless one of you flipped over a car, in which case, I'm embarrassed to know you.