I recently opened my copy of the 1991 World Series souvenir scorecard and found that Stephen King wrote a short story entitled Perfect Games, Shared Memories. In it he describes the time he and his son Owen attended a 1986 Red Sox World Series game. At the end he notes: "I like to think and hope that someday - maybe in 2016 - there'll be three of us - me, Owen, and Owen's nine-year-old - leaving the park, perhaps to celebrate a Red Sox World Championship." And here we are, 25 years later, and the Red Sox are serious contenders to make his prediction come true. I don't want to jinx it but that would be quite a story book ending to this story.