You'll never stop cheering.
Friends would ask, "Did you hear the Red Sox are moving to Manila? They're going to be called the Manila Folders," and you'd laugh, but they're missing the point, as are all who have never felt their hearts lift as they catch that first glimpse of green.
Just as the colors of the ballpark merge to engulf the sensation, just as the players merge into a roster generations long, so too the souls of all Red Sox fans merge, joining a tradition that supercedes statistics, that won't let you go.
Because you never want to go.
The window is open and the breeze that enters the room makes you happy in an inexplicable way--all you can do is invite everyone to share, to inhale.
It is spring time to wake once again to the green world that you've inherited, a world where baseball and the Red Sox are timeless joys.