It’s midnight. Driving to work, I looked up into the sky to see the moon slowly being gobbled up into a full lunar eclipse, as police helicopters with their spotlights hovered ominously. Meanwhile, cars packed the streets, blasting their horns in triumph; strangers from neighboring cars giving each other high-fives in celebration. Even now, the experience remains surreal, watching Boston celebrate the Red Sox breaking an 86-year-old curse, taking the World Series Championship title after an astounding comeback from a 3-0 deficit against the Yankees and shutting out the St. Louis Cardinals on their own grounds. It’s a night of champagne and fireworks; a night of tear gas and police lines. But in the end, it’ll still be a night for Boston to smile. We got you, Babe. 😉