Congrats, Sox fans. Now shut up.

Today thousands, perhaps millions, of Red Sox fans will fill the streets of Boston for a parade celebrating their team's World Series title. Oh, you didn't know the Red Sox beat the Rockies in four games? Judging by the TV ratings, it's not surprising. Only last year's Cardinals-Tigers tilt drew fewer viewers. But that's neither here nor there.

Regardless of how many people actually watched, the Red Sox won their second World Series in four seasons. Of course, their 2004 title came after 86 years of frustration. And while that made a great story about breaking the Curse of the Bambino and all that other jazz, this second championship should mean the end forever after of talk of those infamous 86 years. Forever. And Ever. Seriously. Shut up.

Believe it or not, despite an 86-year drought, the Red Sox have now won seven World Series. That trails only the Yankees' 26 and the Cardinals' 10. I just cannot feel some sort of whispy sentimentality for a team with that much success over the years or a $143 million payroll. Hey, I'm not trying to hate. I wish my team (the Phillies) would spend that much and win it all. I'm just tired of hearing Red Sox fans talk about how tough it's been.

Look, I'm sorry your grandfather died without seeing his beloved Sawks win a title. But in those 86 years between Red Sox championships, the Patriots won two Super Bowls (they won their third about three months after the Red Sox broke their streak), the Bruins won five Stanley Cups and the Celtics won 16 NBA titles! So what if your baseball team couldn't get it done? Cubs fans, you're in the same boat. The Super Bowl Shuffle and a decade of Michael Jordan and the Bulls makes up for 100 years of Cubs failures. And if you're a Red Sox fan that is saying, "But I don't like those other teams. I only like the Red Sox," well, then I definitely don't want to hear from you. You are obviously someone without true ties to the city and its sports tradition.

Look, the fact is that success makes a team and its flaws less deserving of empathy and folk legend status. The so-called Curse of the Bambino is now ancient history. Stop talking about it. Being a Philadelphia fan, I wish my city and teams would reach the point where we can stop complaining. Alas, we are approaching 100 sports seasons (among the four big league teams) without a title. It's a dubious distinction we're likely to achieve in just a few months. But more on that later…