Thanks for the Memories ...

How times change. Three games, three losses and that's it. Game over. Season over. It went by so fast that it almost seems like it didn't happen. And amazingly, as soon as Game Three was over, folks I saw on Boylston St. were walking around — is it possible? — looking relieved.

Alright, we've had our fun. The euphoria, the high, the celebratory tone lasted just about the entire year. And now we can all move on and get back to our lives. Don't get me wrong, I am truly bummed that the Sox lost. But we had it good for a long while, and maybe that's why it doesn't hurt that much. Papi and Manny brought the dramatic hits and home runs, Millar made us scream and laugh, JV inspired confidence, Damon kept us all relaxed, everyone else pitched in, and we all enjoyed the ride.

It certainly was fun while it lasted. But now it's time for me to get some sleep and enjoy a long winter (sigh, a very long winter). At least I have my memories — and my 12-disc DVD box set of last year's post-season to keep me busy until Spring Training starts.

I'll see you in February, Papi ... For now, let's go Angels!!