Moving from state to state has it's benefits. You shed the less desirable memories and retain the best. You share stories of triumph and leave behind the blemishes. This is one of the few benefits of frequent moving.
But, lately, it's been a chest puffing, pride enfusing moment to acknowledge my New England roots as a Massachusetts native. Our sports teams are kicking ass and taking names. The Red Sox just sweeped the Colorado Rockies in a World Series that was shockingly abrupt. After 80+ years with no world series title, the Boston Red Sox now hold two World Series Championship Titles in the last four years. Wow!
The New England Patriots (Foxboro, MA) are stomping on asses every week. Last week they destroyed the Miami Dolphins and this week they annihlated the Redskins (sorry Brent). Even the Boston Bruins kicked the crap out of the Chicago Blackhawks... and landed a few cheapshots while they were at it.
I doubt this series of goodwill towards New England sports will continue with the Boston Celtics but who knows... maybe they will have a break-out season, too.
All in all, I'm proud to originate from Massachusetts - even from my cushy suburban hometown of Sandwich. When it comes to game day, we are all from the same home state and we all cheer together!
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