As a lifelong Red Sox fan, attending Game 4 of the 2018 World Series at Dodger Stadium was a dream come true – especially the day after the longest game in postseason history.

Mac (my son) had bought the tickets as a birthday present, and I drove down to LA to pick him up at the airport and head to our airbnb right around the corner from the stadium.

After going scoreless for five and a half innings, the game quickly turned into a rollercoaster of emotions, with the Dodgers taking an 4 run lead in the bottom of the 6th. The tension in the air was thick as we became worried the only WS game we had ever attended might end in a loss.

But as the innings progressed, the Red Sox began to rally. By the seventh inning, the momentum had shifted, and the stadium buzzed. When Steve Pearce hit that crucial home run, my son and I erupted in cheers. We were witnessing our team inch closer to victory, and it felt like we were part of something much bigger.

As the final out was made, and the Red Sox secured their win, the sense of triumph was overwhelming. My son and I stood there, soaking in the moment, surrounded by fellow fans who had traveled far and wide to support our team.

Leaving the stadium, we ate our fill of Dodger Dogs. This was more than just a game; it was a celebration of family, tradition, and the love of baseball.