Special Guest Entry
I am sick like dog today, plus my friend Michele, the lucky bitch, got to go to the game yesterday, so here is the email she sent me about what she observed:
With two legs in the air, jumping up like a frog, like a leap of faith between first and second base Pokey Reese made me fall in love with baseball all over again. I forgot how fun it was. I've only watched on TV sporadically over the past 8-10 years, give or take, since my Dad used to work at Fenway. The only two sports I can watch on TV are the Bruins playing a hard game or the Pats creaming the other team. Baseball...the Sox...nah, I'll pass thanks. Too slow. No hitting. Technical issues I know nothing about. But somehow it came together. Was it The Chaw? (Yes capitalized like the deity he is) Is it Pokey who seems to perform the most amazing things every time I am watching? Is it the Latin heat looking past the green monster for his hit to land? Pedro and his Coming to America Jeri-curl?
I think it's all that, compounded with the sight of a little kid and his dad. Maybe they aren't at their first game. Who knows, but seeing a boy and his dad makes me long for those days when my dad worked "the box". Dropping him off at the Burger King, and when I was cool enough, or rather when the game didn't sell out and there were seats in the box, I got to go. Looking in on the goldfish in the 600 Club behind that glass.
I remember once, sitting on the porch and seeing a little kid pressed against the glass looking at me. I wish I was in there, I thought. That was until three years ago, when I finally sat in there, and I hated it! Air conditioning. People clapping, behind glass! I know your clap blends into everyone else's, but there's something about thinking your clap is the loudest, maybe The Chaw heard you scream, and you definitely feel the wind whipping between your back and your shirt. I'd rather pay the price to freeze in the bleachers than to sit, on display, as an example of elitist patrons.
My affair with the Sox is an odd one. Every once in a while I get sucked in, and then I detach because it gets slow or long. But there ain't nothing like a live game.