Well, I have to admit that the effervescent glow formed by a mixture of jubilee and incredulity at having found ourselves World Champions is now morphing toward a fierce tenacity to defend that title.
Seriously, we'll be like Frodo approaching Mordor come spring as the weight of the ring grows.
And then there's the whole uniqueness of the "year aftah"... I mean how can you criticize any move Cherington and the front office make when they just delivered you a World Series?
No kidding. They could sign a midget for huge dollahs and I'd be like, "Well, look, small strike zone, lots of walks... I can get behind this."