After game 3 of the ALCS, I sat in this very chair and poured my heart out concerning the situation the Sox had put themselves in. Down 3-0 to the Yankees, their ace gone with a bloody mess of an ankle, and the Nation's hopes for a happier ending all but dashed. I sat here for what felt like hours, opening myself to the only kind of therapy I know, writing and writing until I felt a bit more at peace. I wrote about all of the heartbreaking seasons I've endured since I started following sports twenty five years ago. I wrote about the ability of the heart to surprise you and move on even when you think you can't sit through another season so devastating - because you always come back the next year, just as hungry and even more dedicated. When Game 4 finally came, I was calm and ready to accept any fate bestowed upton the 2004 Boston Red Sox.

We all know what happened next. The last week (has it really only been one week??) has been dreamlike, and I'm finding myself wishing I had it all on video, to relive during the offseason, and every offseason for the rest of my life.

So here I am with a handful of blog posts that are more pure, honest, and sentimental than anything I have ever posted, and they will go to waste. Mind you, I am not complaining. But I, ordinarily a very private person, am drained, as far as sharing my emotions goes, and so I am offering that as an excuse as to why I have barely posted anything in the last week. Here's another.

Watching the Red Sox make history against the Yankees and do something most of us have dreamt about for years was exhilarating. And yet - I never even touched on it here. The other Sox blogs have written thousands of words on the events of the last 8 days. Me? I can't find the words to express how I am feeling right now, watching a team of 25 men I have grown completely in love with leave their blood, guts, and hearts on the field to make their dreams come true. I have waited 25 years for this, these 25 guys have waited a lifetime for this, and it's happening before our eyes.

There are articles to read, message boards to post on, and blogs to update. And I feel like there's no time. For the first time ever in my life, I don't feel like writing. I feel like living. I want to experience every second of this, and I fear finding that it passed me by. There's no time to sleep - I can do that in November. There's no time to read all of the incredible articles in the Globe and on ESPN - I'll just print them all out and read them during the long winter. And there's no time to write - I'll do that next week.

Right now there is only time for living, for baseball, for celebrating, for soaking in everything that comes with watching a team - YOUR team - fight for the ultimate prize.

This is what sports is about. This is why we watch, this is why we come back year after year, heartbreak after heartbreak. This is happening now.

And I don't want to miss a thing.