I have heroes.


Here's one


Here's another one.

Last night, in that moment when Johnny Damon's bloop single dropped at the feet of Kenny Lofton and Gabe Kapler crossed homeplate as the go-ahead run, I felt like a kid again. Not just because of the simple, overpowering joy I felt watching the Sox come back and win against vaunted closer Mariano Rivera, but because at that moment the Sox stopped being mere mortals for a minute and became larger than life.
They're amazing, aren't they?