Let's face it, when it comes to cheering on teams named Sox in the World Series, I'm all for it.  Certainly in 2005, I was all over my beloved Chicago White Sox and their world championship run.  But in 2004 and again in 2007 I am actually hoping the Boston Red Sox win the series.  Why?  It runs in the family.

My dad, Ace, grew up in Brookline, MA about two miles away from Fenway Park.  As a youngster, my dad got to see great legends like Jimmy Foxx and Ted Williams ply their trade at the ball yard.  Although he left Boston in 1954, he always retained his Red Sox fandom.

My father, the prototypical stoic New Englander went nuts in 1975 when Carlton Fisk hit his game winning home run in game 6 of the 1975 world series.  I still remember him yelling "that a baby" at the other end of the house.

In 1978, I remember him being heartbroken over Bucky Dent hitting his home run off of Mike Torres.

October 25, 1986 is an easy day for me to remember.  That was the day I was married (for the first time.)  And like my first marriage, things didn't work out for the Red Sox that day either.  I still remember my father watching the game in the bar at my wedding reception.  "Congratulations, son.  Now what's the score?"

I called my Dad in 2004 after the Red Sox won the world series.  He was 81 years old at the time and had never seen his team win a championship.  Now, he finally had.  He was very pleased in deed.

So, in honor of Ace, I hereby decree my world series pick the Red Sox in five games.  Colorado will never know what hit them.