So finally, incredibly, the Red Sox have done it.
When I came to the USA 23 years ago, Boston sports was all about the Celtics. Larry Bird, Robert Parrish, and all the rest of them: although there were various pretenders (Philly? LA?) the Celtics were the natural champions.
Then came a drought. Occasionally the Red Sox would tease their fans, but everybody knew better than to take them seriously.
Then, quite unexpectedly, the star-less Patriots started winning; grinding out victories with a frightening implacability.
And now, from the depths of despair after three games of the ALCS, the Red Sox have swept to victory, under a total eclipse of the moon. Sweet. Stay safe, everybody.