The Chris Gonyea Project

Going to bed so I can get up REAL early and go to the victory parade in Boston Go Sox! 5 million+ people are expected to attend.

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky
- Boston “More Than A Feeling”

Well, it finally has happened. That is the best I can sum up winning our first world championship in 86 years.

Ever since I can remember, I have been a fan of the Boston Red Sox. All of the 22-years of my life. I don’t remember 1986 (just 4 years old then). To me, this was my first world series experience…and I never will forget it.

Strangely, during the entire game 4 (except the end of course), I was at peace. It is strange how “easy” it was this world series. I don’t mean in any way that the Cardinals weren’t a worthy opponent (far from it). I just mean that for the first World Championship in 86-years you would think it would take a Game 7 or something. Just amazing.

That final 9th inning, waiting for those last 3 outs was an eternity. I was a wreck, so nervous, hands shaking, trying to remain calm. 1 out, 2 out, then finally the last one. I burst out crying, rolling around the floor, screaming with happiness that I have never quite felt before. I forced myself to keep watching the TV, tears streaming out of my eyes, trying to comprehend what just happened (I still can’t really put words to it).

This one was for us all. For all those who have come and gone, former/current players and lifelong fans. For those who couldn’t be there last night to enjoy this moment. For those who have been hangin’ on for all of these years and can finally die in peace. For those players and managers who were unfairly torn to shreds because of 1946, 1967, 1975, 1978, 1986, 2003…

We all can be at peace now.

We did it! My god we did it!

Katie and I are going to watch it at home…we both are sick, I have to work early tomorrow, else we would be at SNHU.

Godspeed Red Sox. 1 more win.

So I go to the eye doctor (a new one since I moved to Manchester) for the first time in a year (interestingly, this is the first time I ever went under my own insurance and not my parents, but no one cares about that). Turns out, my astigmatism in my left eye is so bad that my new eye doctor was shocked my previous eye doctor never gave me special contact lenses that correct for it. The difference when I tried the new contact lenses for my left eye is absolutely astounding. I went from not being able to read the top line (biggest letters) of the eye chart with just my left eye to reading the bottom line.

I had been getting a lot of little headaches lately, which I think now are directly related to the fact my right eye had to work overtime to compensate for my left eye.

So far, it feels as if I just got glasses for the first time. Wow