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In case you haven’t heard, the Red Sox swept the World Series right out from under a red-hot Colorado Rockies team.  Everyone, including Fox Sports, okay, most of all Fox Sports, had an ongoing love affair with the Rockies and were pulling for them to win.  Oops!  My boys and all the members of Red Sox Nation–of which I am a member–had something different in mind.  And all I’ve got to say is “how sweet it is!”

I know it’s cliche, but I can’t think of a better way to tell you how good this feels.  Sure, we won in 2004, and a lot of people–especially Yankees fans–claimed it was just a “fluke.”  We “got lucky” they said and “enjoy it because it’ll be another 86 years before it happens again.”  Yeah, right.

Last night as I watched my boys celebrate on Coors Field, I started wondering what they’re going to say now.  I didn’t have long to wait.  The Yankee fans who are usually so vocal on the AOL MLB FanHouse blogs have been unusually quiet this post season, but it didn’t take long for the Cleveland Indians fans and the Colorado Rockies fans to pop up and start saying Boston had “bought” the World Series by paying outrageous amounts of money to their players.

Bad sportsmanship.  Sore losers.  Sour grapes.  Whatever you want to call it, that’s all it is.  I don’t want to hear it because they obviously didn’t watch the same World Series I watched.  Our veterans and higher paid players are great, sure, and they might, just might, have been able to pull this off by themselves, but the guys who really stepped up to the plate and won the games for us this year are the rookies.  Dustin Pedroia, Hideki Okajima, Daisuke Matsuzaka, and Jacoby Ellsbury–who isn’t even considered a rookie yet.  The list goes on and on, and though he’s not a rookie any  more, you can’t forget Jonathan Papelbon.  Those are the guys who carried us to the pinnacle.  I don’t want to take anything away from our veteran players, but damn!  Those young players, some of which don’t even look old enough to have a driver’s license, have been just flat-out unbelievable!

So, talk all you want about Boston “buying” the World Series.  I–and I think it’s safe to say–the rest of Red Sox Nation aren’t listening.

We’re the champions this year.  Deal with it.  Take your little white flags home and use them for crying towels.  They may as well be put to good use, because they certainly didn’t help your teams in the playoffs or the World Series.  And to the Fox sports announcers, your love affair with the Rockies is doomed.  I don’t think those guys are going to want to have anything to do with you after the way you jinxed their team with your embarrassing outpouring of accolades and praise for their exceptional drive and memorable playing.  Sorry, momentary relapse into my superstitious side.  From my practical side, your announcing was pitiful and I pray some other network will snatch the World Series coverage out of your inept hands.  I mean, come on, when the announcers at an event as important as the World Series can’t even pronounce the names of the players, that’s just piss-poor reporting.  Learn the names of the players and the teams before you open your mouths.  And by the way, whichever of you it was who was talking the other night about how good it must be to be a fan in Boston right now with the “White Sox” playing in the World Series, the Pats undefeated, etc., etc.  You’re an idiot.  Fox should fire your ass for that alone!

Okay, back to our regularly scheduled program…the Red Sox won the World Series and now have two championships in their pockets this century.  There’s a lot of speculation about whether they can keep this going and win another World Series in the not so distant future.  Well, you know what Red Sox fans have been saying for a long time now; “Wait till next year.”

The thing is…for Red Sox fans, that now has an entirely different connotation.  Instead of “okay, we lost this year, but there’s always next year,” it’s “I can’t wait to see what this team can do next year!”  That’s incredibly sweet!

And the frosting on top of this wonderfully sugared dessert?  Well, the first thing that came out of my Yankee fan husband’s mouth this morning was, “Wait till next year.”

Oh, yeah, couldn’t have said it better myself!

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A couple of weeks ago, I posted about the legend of Tessie and asked all of Red Sox Nation to start singing the song again in an effort to help our boys win.  Well, I don’t have a clue if that’s the reason they won the ALCS and are playing in the World Series, but something definitely happened.

And while that mysterious “something” was happening, I was singing Tessie at the top of my lungs…every chance I got.  To the point I think my husband–a Yankees fan (my secret shame!)–is ready to either duct-tape my mouth shut or consult a lawyer about divorcing me due to irreconcilable differences or maybe even cruel and unusual punishment.

The thing is, I can’t stop singing it now.  No matter what.  Not even if I tried!  I’ve been a Red Sox fan for a long time–longer than I’ve been married–and singing Tessie seems to be working so I’ll continue to sing.  I’m not willing to take any chances when it comes to my boys and winning.  Besides, I like that song, and I love to sing–though I’m the original “can’t carry a tune in a bucket” gal.

So, I sing it during the games–actually, this may be a form of self-defense against those awful Fox sports announcers.  Just a little aside here, can you people please drop the verbal love affair with Troy Tulowitzki?  It’s sickening and I really don’t want to hear it any more!

Okay, back to what I was saying, I’ve got Tessie in my CD player in my car, in my CD player at home, and “Fever Pitch” in my DVD player.  I sing Tessie in the shower, I even wake up at night with it going through my head.  And it seems to be working!

<crossing fingers and knocking on wood to negate the jinx>

Not to take anything away from my boys, they’ve been playing their hearts out and I freely admit I may have misjudged the level of their drive and determination.  In my defense, I never put down their abilities–well, okay, I jumped on Gagne a time or two, but not without reason–just their heart, their desire to win, their cohesiveness as a team.  And they proved me wrong!  Thank goodness!

So, to all of you who are members of Red Sox Nation, keep singing and keep believing!

Yes, I have another song lodged in my brain.  Difference is, this song I actually like–who doesn’t like John Fogerty?  I’m one of his biggest fans, and “Deja Vu” is one of my favorite songs.  Like they used to say on “American Bandstand,” it has a good beat and you can dance to it.  That’s true, but what makes it one of my favorites are the words.  Fogerty took a Yogi-ism, something that most people would chuckle over, and built a powerful anti-war song around it…and it works.  You have to admire a man who can do that. 

So, why am I singing that particular song?  No, I’m not at war…well, maybe I am.  I just spent all day composing an email to my publisher telling them I was taking back the rights to my book.  It was a very hard thing to do and my hands are still shaking, but I know in my heart it was the right thing.  Now, if I can only convince my head and my nerves of that.  

The thing is, this publisher is in breach of contract in not just one, but several ways.  I blogged about this a few weeks ago, back when I first started thinking about asking for my rights back.  I decided at that time to give them the two weeks they asked for to straighten this whole thing out.  I was hoping for the best, but deep down I expected the worse–or maybe I was just burying my head in the sand.  Who knows?  

In the end, I got what I expected, the worse.  And now, I’ve been advised by another author who’s already filed suit against them and pulled her rights that I shouldn’t ask for my rights back, I should demand them–which is what I did–in a long email complete with an attached file which detailed all my reasons.  I’m pretty sure that’s what has my hands doing the jitterbug, I hate confrontations, even when they happen in cyber-space!

Okay, so the email’s been sent and truthfully, I’ll be very surprised if they respond.  God knows a lot of their authors have been trying to get a response out of them recently, but they seem to be ignoring all of us.  So, I’m following up the email with a certified letter and then I’m going to keep sending the email every day until I get a response.

Wish me luck.  Who knows, maybe I’ll be the writer that finally makes them sit up and take notice.  And hopefully, do what they have to do to fix this godawful mess before more authors get hurt. 

On the plus side in my life while all this has been going on, the Red Sox swept the Angels and  moved one step closer to the World Series!  Now all they have to do is win the ALCS against the Indians–whoops!  Strike that, you know how superstitious I am!  Instead, I’ll just offer my deepest gratitude to the Cleveland Indians for taking out New York.  Now I can sit back and relax while I watch Boston and Cleveland battle it out for the prize.  I won’t go so far as to say I’ll be rooting for the Indians, but if they beat us and move on to the World Series, I don’t think I’ll mind as much simply because it wasn’t the Yankees.

Also, I submitted a query to a print publisher for my paranormal romance, Snow Shadows, and they asked to see the entire manuscript–okay, strike that one too.  Arrgh!  I really need to work on ridding myself of these stupid superstitions.

Maybe that would be a good self-improvement project for taking my mind off this war I’m fighting with my publisher.   

Okay, the Red Sox lost to the Yankees last night–again!  The season is rolling to a close and those damned Yankees are making us look like fools.  If we don’t do something, Boston’s going to replace the Yankees as the biggest chokers in baseball, topping their 2004 downfall in the ALCS when they were ahead three games and lost the next four to our beloved Sox.

That’s just wrong and I have two words to say to all of Red Sox Nation: Tessie Up!

This takes a bit if explaining–especially if you’re not a Sox fan–so I hope you’ll stick with me.  It has to do with superstitions.  If you’re a baseball fan, you gotta have ’em.  I’ve got a gazillion where the Red Sox are concerned.  Given last night’s game, I’d have to say mine aren’t working, so I’m calling out to Red Sox Nation to Tessie Up!  Because our boys need it.  Desperately.  

Where is this coming from?  Well, this morning, I was following one of my own personal superstitions and reading the comments written by some of the Yankee fans to an article on AOL Sports about last night’s game.  One of them said–and I’m paraphrasing here–“The ghost of Babe Ruth is back!”

Meaning, of course, that the Curse of the Bambino is alive and well and living in Red Sox Nation.

Can’t argue with that, especially since the Yankees have hacked away at our lead in the AL East until it’s down to a measly 4 1/2 games–and I’m afraid it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better.  If it ever does get better.  So, we’ve got to do something to stop the Babe.  We’ve got to counter-attack with Tessie.

What’s Tessie?  Well, roughly, “Tessie” is a song from the early 20th century that was adopted by the “Royal Rooters,” a group of Red Sox supporters as their rally cry.  Some people believe the singing of “Tessie” is the reason Boston was going to and winning the World Series pretty regularly back in the early 1900’s, back before 1918 when Ruth was sold to the Yankees.  I’ve even seen it posited that the Curse of the Bambino is nothing compared to the Curse of Tessie.  “Tessie” is also credited with the 86 year drought because they stopped singing it after 1918.  Then, in 2004, the Dropkick Murphy’s released an updated version of the song and when people started singing it at the games, Boston won the World Series again.

So, have they stopped playing “Tessie” at Fenway?  Or, could it be that Tessie is a jealous ghost and we’re not giving her enough attention?  If the fans at Fenway–and oh, how I wish I could join you–start singing Tessie’s accolades again, not just after the game but during it, will we salvage this season that’s slipping through our fingers?

Or, are they already singing it and Tessie’s ghost is getting her butt kicked by Babe Ruth’s ghost the same way we’re getting ours kicked by the Yankees?  (I really can’t say because I’m down here in NC and I have to rely on ESPN’s pretty worthless coverage of the Red Sox.)

Thing is, we have to do something to give our boys a boost.  So, to all the Fenway Faithful, Tessie Up!  Don’t just smile when you hear it played after the game and think, “oh, what a catchy tune,” but open your mouths and sing.  And not just when the game is over.  Belt it out at the top of the second, the bottom of the sixth, whenever, and get all the people around you singing too.

Don’t know the words?  You can find them here (along with a better explanation than mine):

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tessie

And let’s see if we can’t stop this humiliating downward spiral before it’s too late.

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