A Red Sox fan to the end

Red remembers his dad, who died on Tuesday:

... I don't wanna remember my dad as lying in a bed, concerned and confused, unsure of his place in the great cosmic picture. Instead, I wanna remember him as flailing his arms in disgust when an Ortiz line drive just... can't... make it over the right field wall. Or explaining how he'd just located an incredible new public bathroom in the bowels of Brookline Town Hall. Or laying on the deck of my parents' house, sound asleep with the Sunday paper blowing all around him and across the back yard, giving off that horrific snore of his, which can only be equated to the sound a yak would make if it was caught in a bear trap. ...

And when he's at his father's funeral, he will keep a promise he made to him three years ago.