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For all who know me and what a good athletic supporter I am, imagine me jumping around outside last night at around eleven as the final strikeout went down. Lucky, the black lab, was the only one around and she is figure skating fan, but she indulged me as I sang and danced like a maniac in the moonlight. There was a howling wind and I was so happy, that she joined in and barked and ran around the courtyard with me. I am sure the burros and cows next door thought we were loco.
I know people who went there whole lives never seeing the Sox win the World Series and here we are, twice in four years. Ain't life sweet?
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