The Fuckin Red Sox

So I'm a Yankees fan. I HATE the Red Sox. There's no team, in any sport, that I despise more. Every game they play, I hope they lose, and lose BAD. But tonight, folks, the Red Sox won the World Series in convincing fashion. Normally, I'd throw the remote at the TV and curse not only my Yankees for not thwarting the Red Sox' effort, but the lousy NL team that fell prey to the Sawx. But this year was different. A colleague of mine, and good friend, was in attendance to see her Red Sox win the WS. The Yankee fan in me tells me that I hope she witnesses her team choke at the worst possible moment. But I'm a baseball fan, above all else, at heart. And in light of the Sox winning tonight, she's basically experiencing the greatest night of her life as a baseball fan. If that was me, I'd be PLASTERED and in the greatest mood ever. I hate the fact it's not me, but have the utmost respect for the fact that she's probably shit-canned right now, and SHOULD be. I wish it were another team, but as a baseball fan, my envy of my co-worker transcends team affiliations.