My grandfather, who passed away when I was 11, was a HUGE Red Sox fan. We used watch games together when I was little. I would always sit on the footrest of his chair and would every once in a while feel a little tug on my hair. I would turn around and he would say "I didn't do it".
Anyway.
I fell asleep way before the game ended last night and and was woken up by a tug on the my hair and a voice telling me to turn on the game.
I turned the tv on just in time for the last pitch of the game and the celebration.
I can't shake the feeling that it was a big hug from my grandfather.