It's strange. Here we have a moment that more than a few people . . . including a good many who are no longer with us . . . have been waiting and waiting 86 long years for: The Red Sox have finally won the World Series. There it is.
And yet the moment seems so . . . anti-climactic for some reason. It's as though we all expected it to be somehow more dramatic; more like this season's ALCS than the brutal, almost mechanistic four-game thrashing they just delivered unto the Cardinals.
Still . . . victory is victory, huh