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In our house, life is baseball and baseball is life. There is no separating the two.
Since April, we have spent every night (except day games) watching the Boston Red Sox on TV, much to the dismay of those who have the audacity to call during game hours.
I call this an “investment.” It’s emotional. It’s time consuming. And, once again, our dividend came on Sunday night when the Red Sox swept the Colorado Rockies in the World Series. For those of you who like other things, like hockey and a good night’s sleep, this means the Red Sox have won a phenomenal eight World Series games in a row, sweeping the last two times against National League teams. Interestingly enough, my husband and I were out Saturday night and saw a guy we hadn’t seen since October of 1986, when the Sox lost in an improbable and horrifying way against the New York Mets. In the past, I would have considered this more bad luck. This time, it was only a coincidence.
On Sunday night/Monday morning, I was in the living room with the dogs, my husband and the boys as the Sox did it again. In 2004, there was relief, joy and euphoria. This time, it was satisfying, but subdued. However, I had promised the boys that we would be in Boston on parade day, so Monday was a day of waiting. The parade time was announced for noon on Tuesday, so we were in the car by 2:05 Monday afternoon, shipping up to Boston. We were “making a memory,” as my Aunt Barb says.
What a time we had! Our dumb luck got us within ¾ of a mile from Fenway Park. We ended up paying $10 to park in Boston. Spaces near the stadium were going for $60.
It was a gorgeous day, even hot! We stumbled upon the back of the stadium where the players park their cars. We saw some of the players going into the stadium prior to the parade. We saw Sox legend Luis Tiant pull up in his big SUV, enjoying a morning cigar. We saw the players we watched all year in their moment of triumph. For those who dislike baseball, this means nothing, but to us, it was a chance to celebrate. So, we did. And, it was great.
Now, I’ve promised Nancy that I will pay attention during the five months. Hey, there might be more writing now. I have three spare hours every night!
P.S. Since I owe Nancy a debt of gratitude, join Corbett and me on Tuesday for comprehensive Election Night shenanigans! |
Rush Limbaugh
