When I was young I, like all little kids, thought that the world revolved around me. Then I grew up and realized it didn’t. But yesterday I was shocked to find that it really does!

Here’s the deal. Eighteen years ago, when my mother was very, very pregnant (a few days overdue, even) with me, the Red Sox were in the World Series. She hoped that she wouldn’t go into labor during a game, because she didn’t think my father would be able to tear himself away from the TV to drive her to the hospital. But the Red Sox were in the World Series in 1986 within a week of my birth - that’s important.

This year, I’m turning 18 - a very important birthday - and what? The Red Sox are in the World Series AGAIN? I swear it’s fate. Really, it is. But this time they’ll win.

Actually, I don’t believe in fate. It’s just a funny coincidence.

And yes, I am thrilled that we finally beat the Yankess and are going to the World Series. We rock so hard. I love Boston. I love the Red Sox.