As the daughter of a past member of the BLOHARDS (Benevolent Loyal Order of Honorable Ancient RedSox Diehard Sufferers), who spent years being driven around Long Island, New York in my Dad?s gold Camaro donning a bumper sticker that said ?I Love New York Too, it?s the Yankees I Hate?, I feel the pain of growing up behind enemy lines. I even had ?Red *** Fan? and ?Bucky Dent?s Girlfriend? spray-painted on my locker. I was seven at the time. My upbringing, which included an update each morning of a ?really good day? translation Red Sox won, Yankees lost (or variations on that theme depending upon the outcome of the previous days? games), instilled upon me a love of the Red Sox that eventually came full circle in 2004. Not only did my company, Boston Duck Tours christen Red Sox Nathan, a proud member of our fleet, but also we had the sincere honor of carrying the championship team during their Rolling Rally celebration. This was truly the most memorable day of my career and the pinnacle of personal triumphs.

In speaking to potential constituents regarding my platform, suggestions included, beer served at your seats until the end of the game, and invent a female version of a urinal, to cut down on lines.

Instead, I base my candidacy on what makes each and every one of us lifelong fans, through good times and bad. We must continue to:

– Let Manny be Manny,

– Roll the dice on big-ticket wildcards like Dice-K,

– Give Wakefield his own catcher,

– Forgo a new, modern stadium for historic, cozy Fenway.

Bottom line, were all here for the same reason, to support the best team with the heart and soul to match.