Perfect marriages don’t exist.

Sure, you might have been to a near-perfect wedding or two, but that only lasts a day. A marriage is for life. None comes without its problems, and rarely is it ever easy. You simply have to love each other, really love each other, and make it work. The effort is always worth it, at least to my way of thinking.

Just look at the city of Boston and its beloved Red Sox.

They were made for one another, these two. No more has that been evident than the manner in which they banded together after the tragic events of April 15 – just 16 days into the baseball season – when two bombs went off near the finish line of the Boston Marathon and forever changed so many lives.

But the city stood its ground, stood strong, stood united as its citizens refused to cower in the face of terror. And the Red Sox fed off their courage, all the while realizing that there was more to life than baseball. The season was no longer just about winning, but giving something back to a city that had never given up on them, that had always believed in them, that always would love them.

And those are the traits of a good, strong, lasting union between two entities.

The same can be said of the team itself. When you bring a group of professional athletes together, egos, jealousy and, yes, occasional temper tantrums usually come with them.

That wasn’t the case with the 2013 Red Sox. They approached the season with a team-first mentality that endeared them all the more to their loyal fans.

Their unselfish approach to the game paid off as the Red Sox won their eighth World Series title Wednesday night and their third since 2004, defeating the St. Louis Cardinals 6-1 in Game 6 of the best-of-seven Fall Classic at Boston’s Fenway Park.

It was the first time in 95 years that the Red Sox clinched a World Series at home, and their fans – packed into Fenway and outside on the streets like the insane lineups you only see on Black Friday – gave such a united, heartfelt roar of appreciation because it was about so much more than just winning to them.

It was that way for me, too. I got to see something special in more ways than one. We all did. You might think me a bandwagon jumper, but we’d have to agree to disagree.

What made it so memorable for me was sharing in my husband’s joy and our son’s enthusiasm.

My husband, Stuart, is a devout Red Sox fan. I am a staunch Atlanta Braves fan. And our son, sometimes to my chagrin, roots for all of daddy’s teams regardless of the sport.

Sure, I was bummed that the Braves didn’t make it past their National League Division Series against the Los Angeles Dodgers. But I didn’t sulk for days on end. That’s not my style. Instead, I immediately did what I always do: Cheer for Stuart’s team, unless his isn’t playing, either. It’s not often that our teams meet up in the postseason, thankfully, so it was a relief not to have our house divided to that end.

Sports are what first brought us together. Love keeps us together. And because of that, I will always be his biggest, loudest, mouthiest cheerleader, even if it is doing something as simple as pulling for his team. It’s the little, everyday things that make our marriage work. I know it. He knows it.

Thanks for rooting for my team!

What was even more extraordinary was watching the blossoming bond between father and son strengthen through this shared experience.

Our son wasn’t even a gleam in our eyes when Boston won the World Series in 2004 and he was too young to understand what was going on when the Red Sox did it again in 2007. But this time around, our 7-year-old cheered right alongside us, and it made my heart swell with so much love because I knew how much it meant to Stuart, that this was more special than the other two or any yet to come.

You should wake Kiefer and tell him the good news.

Try as I might, there was no waking him up. I’ll leave that to Stuart when he gets home from work in the morning. It’s more fitting that way, don’t you think? I can’t wait to hear his squeals of delight. Neither can Stuart.

And that, to me – to us – is a perfect start to a new day.


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