I'd just like to take a moment to welcome back an old friend that has been gone for quite some time now. The real Boston Red Sox are finally back. The last time they were seen was in 2003, walking off the field after Aaron "expletive" Boone blasted the game winning shot in game 7 of the ALCS.

For the last 7 years, these Clone Sox have sullied Boston's "good" name. Winning 2 World Series titles in dramatic fashion, first by becoming the only team to ever come back from a 0-3 hole in the playoffs and defeating their arch nemesis and greatest sports team of all time, The New York Yankees. And then again in 2007 when it looked like all hope was lost once again down 1-3 to a Cleveland Indians team with Cy Young winner CC Sabathia, lighting stuck again as the Sox go on to win their 2nd title in 4 years.

But now Bostonians can rejoice. Your long bright days are over. The "Nation" has crumbled, your identity restored. In one short month, God took his very own Mr. Clean Magic Eraser (aren't those things incredible, I mean how the hell to they work anyway, there's no liquid or cleaning solution, just add water, but I digress) and wiped out the last 7 years with one unfathomable, stupendous, monumental, heart wrenchingly painful EPIC COLLAPSE!

I was only 3 months and 2 days old on October 2nd, 1978. And all my life I've heard about that infamous Red Sox team that let the Yankees come back from 6 games down, culminating in the creation of Bucky Dent's colorful middle name. But I could only hear the stories and watch the film. I could only imagine how it felt to actually see a team melt down and create a glorious, colorless rainbow of sadness.

Now I have my own crash and burn story about the Red Sox to tell my children someday. 9 games up in the month of September, 2011.

Welcome back Red Sox, we've missed you.
Peace and Love, Peace and Love.