As a long-suffering member of Red Sox Nation, I have yet to fully comprehend what this team accomplished ["The Red Sox, Cursed No More," front page, Oct. 28]. But I can share a story about the end of the curse:

My grandmother, who was born in 1919, less than a year after the Sox won their last title, was a big Yankee fan, and I often had to endure ribbing from her, especially after Aaron Boone's pennant-winning home run last year in Game 7 of the American League Championship Series.

Unfortunately, Grandma fell ill a few weeks ago. She died a peaceful death on Wednesday, a mere 12 hours before the Red Sox beat the Cardinals 3-0 to end their 86 years of futility. I think Grandma had the last laugh, though, being able to say, "Never in my lifetime did Boston win the World Series!"

I loved my grandmother, and I know she'll rest in peace. But a lot of New Englanders will lie easier in their graves because of what these Red Sox pulled off.




Give credit where credit is due:

Cosmic force ended the Curse of the Bambino.

The first total eclipse of the moon during a World Series game ended just as the Boston Red Sox went into baseball history by defeating the St. Louis Cardinals.