Every year, I would watch the World Series, and more years than not, they show these older female fans lamenting about how they’ve been fans their whole lives and never seen their team win a World Series.  As a Red Sox fan, we’ve been spoiled this century with an amazing run of championships, but those interviews have stuck in my brain to remind me that you never know when the last World Series you see your team win is going to occur.  With that attitude, I told Joel in 2018 that if the Red Sox made it to the World Series, we needed to do whatever it took to go to a game.  Which at the time was no small feat- I was coaching volleyball, so I had a pretty limited time frame that it would work.  Thankfully, the stars aligned and game 5 fell on a Sunday and in Los Angeles, which was a much easier trek for us from Montana. 
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One problem though- the Red Sox were a juggernaut, and we weren’t even sure that it was going to make it to game 5.  We held off on booking a flight until we knew the game was actually going to happen.  Red Sox won the first two games, and then came game 3.  With conflicting feelings, we watching all 18 innings, and breathed a sigh of guilty joy when the Red Sox ultimately lost despite Nate Eovoldi’s mammoth effort.  Immediately after the loss, we booked our flight to leave early Sunday morning and return not even 24 hours later and tried to wrap our heads around getting to see our favorite team play on the biggest stage!