It's been too long since I've seen Fight Club. Perspective is needed.

Things are happening in my life that make little angry balls in my stomach. Then I get angry at myself for being angry. And round we go. It's disquieting, to say the least. And I'm not really sure how to break the cycle. They're out of my control, to be sure (well, most are), but they go right to the core of who I am and I don't know how to detach myself.

It's one that's played over and over in my head, in my life since almost as far back as I can remember. It's not like getting say, "Yellow Submarine" looped in your noggin, that's just cutting and annoying. It's - heh - it's like an old war wound. It becomes part of your existence, almost like an old familiar friend. Every now and then it acts up, cripples you, leaves you prone on the floor, unable to move. But if it went away, you'd miss it.

Right now I can't think of any other way to describe the Red Sox. I don't know how to make you understand what having the psyche of a Sox fan is like. You just have to be it. I know people that were taken by the team this year, that aren't from New England, that would have no earthly reason to be attached to them. But they do pull you in. A new generation has been baptised. My cousins, my sisters, they were all too young the last go-round. They know now. They've been welcomed into a brother and sisterhood that spans decades. One that every year, we never want to see grow any bigger. Welcome to the club, kids.