I Am A Boston Red Sox Fan
This is possible despite the fact I'm not a baseball fan.
This is possible because I lived in Boston and the city became a part of me. Walked the streets for four years and breathed in its politics, people, history, culture, and yes, sports teams.
Have you ever been to Boston? Walked the freedom trail, sat in the Commons, drank a pint at The Green Dragon, haggled for goods at Haymarket, walked around the Charles? The city is alive and exciting and sucks you in for life.
Kinda like me.
Which brings us to Fenway Park. Home of my beloved Red Sox. It ain't a church, but the grounds are sacred.
I've sat behind home plate and smelled hot dogs and heard cheers and root-root-rooted for the home team. For at least an inning, I mean, come on, I got a life to live.
Back in the day, FDR tossed some words around that field. Legends redefined America's favorite pasttime. And a few heavyweights like Bruce Springsteen and Ray Charles made music there as well.
Lately, though, I'm beginning to think the place has gone downhill. First Fever Pitch and now this?
Heartbroken. Simply heartbroken.
posted by kate @ 10:23 AM
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9 Comments:
The Sox are darn near a religion up there. So I think Fenway just might be a church for some. I've been up on Cape Cod a lot the last couple of years and am always amazed at the level of commitment those folks have for their team. I have to say it's contagious, even for someone who can't stand baseball like myself. Go to any bar when the Sox are playing and it's almost impossible not to root for boys of the red "B". A place with the magic and history of Fenway could never be sullied by Mitt's mitts. Perhaps you've just been away too long.
I'll shorten your description of Boston and say "The city .... sucks." I graduated from MIT and was glad when it was over. I've never been around so many liberal self-annointed intellectual pinheads who were lucky to be able to dress themselves in all my life. I have absolutely no use for them. Give me real down-home, average Americans any day of the week.
The fact that you let those folks sour your opinion of a diverse, modern, American city so rich in history and culture says so much more about you than those you sought to flee.
Mitt Romney never even lived in Boston until he went to Harvard Law School, presumably in his late 20's/early 30's.
I'm sure he pretends he is a life long Red Sox fan though, what a douche.
Anyway, in other Red Sox news:
http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/report_another_baseball
ifly, I saw them for who they were and not how they wanted to be seen.
Don't be a hater, RW. When it's so much better to be a lover.
I have a few Mass guys come down every year for Gasparilla and they are wicked good people. They have all invited me and my family up there multiple times, even offering their homes to stay in. RW maybe you need to hang with us when I go up and low brow it.
kate - Never said I hated them.
gar - I lived there. There's some good people I know and still talk to from there. The overall attitude - not so much. They didn't get the name Massholes just because it was a cute play on words. But with your friends, I hope you have a wicked pisser.
Good one RW. I have heard them call each other Massholes. Too funny!
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