"It doesn't get old."

So says Terry Francona, and he's right. I'm proud to be able to speak once again of "the world champion Boston Red Sox," even if this victory doesn't feel the same as the last one. The curse-ridden underdogs of yesteryear have become a force to be reckoned with. Transformations like this can be disorienting for fans like myself who used to wait for the Red Sox to win the World Series in the same kind of way that Simeon waited for the coming of the Messiah. Now that the Sox have won the World Series twice in the same decade, I wonder how the youngest citizens of Red Sox Nation - those whose conscious memory doesn't extend much earlier than 2004 - will look on the team in the future. With no memory of the eighty-six year drought, will the next generation know how lucky they truly are to live in times like these? Perhaps not - but they can at least be proud of their team. Go Sox, AMDG.