The curse was reversed! Even more than that miracle, though, was the miracle that some people who had less than zero interest in sports (like yours truly) suddenly became excited by the games.

All of us, no matter what our sports background, were on the edge of our seats as the Red Sox struggled to beat the Yankees, our mortal enemy, and then the Cardinals. Each won game was one more day we were still alive, and I still remember the excited discussions at school. People who had never held a baseball in their lives were talking strategy and statistics; Red Sox caps came out in every possible color.

It reminded me of how fun and exciting it can be to pretend to be a tomboy even for a little while, especially in the summer, and get your head and heart into a game. Sports are made not just by the playing, but by the watching. Every great athlete dreams not just of winning, but of having the crowd go wild.

So, this summer, go to a game of some sort and root root root for the home team. There’s nothing like going to a baseball game — the evening lights coming on, the hot dogs and beer, the dazzlingly green turf, the occasional heart-in-your-throat moment. It’s the same with basketball or soccer (soccer, that sadly maligned game in America, that desperately needs fans). Plan a day out to your nearest stadium, get a bucket of popcorn, and scream yourself hoarse. Even if you love being a girly girl, you’ll be glad you engaged with sports on a primal level for a day and got a taste of what everyone else is so excited about.