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Inner Workings of My Twisted Mind.

What Curse?

My Mom and I were in Boston all last week, having a blast.  If it weren’t so damn cold I could see myself living there, but alas, not the case.  I have to say that for me, the single most awesome thing was not the Old North Church or the Granary Burying Ground with its graves of Mother Goose and John Hancock, but the Boston Red Sox game at Fenway Park.  

Now, I’m a huge baseball fan.  It’s really the only sport I enjoy watching.  And I’m a huge Giants fan.  Seeing as the Giants are finding it their mission to lose every game they play, it’s shaping up to be a depressing season.  But being at Fenway Park reminded me that in good times and bad, baseball is the best sport around.  There really is a reason that it is America’s Pastime.  There’s something about the old brick of the park, the limited, squished, and always sold out seats, the Green Monster looming in left field, that makes it feel like home, no matter where you’re from.  
But really I have to say, what really did bring a little tear to my eye is the love of the fans.  Coming from a fan of a team that hasn’t won a world series since 1954 (the year my parents were born), I feel somewhat akin to Red Sox fans who had to wait 80 something years for their world series victory.  I also have to say that we were welcomed with open arms.  For a little over three hours section 34 was our home and rows 24, 25, and 26 were our family.  We cheered when the Red Sox scored, speculated about the probability of a comeback (as they eventually ended up losing the game we were at) and, seeing as it was only the second home game of the season, we cheered even when they lost, knowing that you can’t win ’em all (as the man next to me pointed out).  We belted out Sweet Caroline and Take Me Out to The Ball Game with the less that 40,000 people who fit in the ball park (it’s the smallest park in the league, despite having the most loyal and avid fans).  All in all, it was one of the best baseball experiences of my life.  The only thing that would top it, at this point, would be if the Giants finally got it together to win a world series.  So until the Curse of the San Francisco Bay (Giants haven’t won a series since moving to San Francisco in 1958) is broken, I’ll keep a special place, though not a dominant one, in my heart for those Red Sox because I know what they’re going through.
Peace, Love, and American Pastimes,
P.S.  As I have said to some people, AT&T Park is definitely one of those parks, like Fenway, that is really the reason Baseball is America’s Pastime.  They’re the kind of places you want to spend a beautiful afternoon at (or sometimes a fogged in evening).

April 16, 2008 - Posted by | Culture

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