Here we are, still together

Tell 'em, Lenny.

As yesterday's game was going on, I was sitting on the lawn at Tanglewood, with the sun, seemingly perched for the afternoon on the back of my head, sizzling my sunburn-prone scalp. But Yo-Yo Ma was performing the Elgar Cello Concerto with the Boston Symphony, so it was worth the pain, and missing the game.

From what I've seen and read, Papelbon blew a save in the ninth, wasting a gem from Clay Buchholz, and vulturing the win besides*.

But then, out of nowhere, what seemed to be a sure recipe for post-deadline angst suddenly became a win. On a run scored on an error after a bunt, of all things. Robbie Weinhardt threw the ball past his own diving first baseman, Darnell McDonald scored, and then the Red Sox crowded onto the infield, falling all over each other like puppies,laughing in disbelief. The bunter, Marco Scutaro, wound up running around kicking his batting helmet like a soccer ball after nearly being pummeled to death by his teammates. It was ridiculous.

Just to belabor an idea from Saturday's post a little: after Friday's game there was talk of the failed rally that night being a microcosm of the season. But the next two days, I can't help but mention, that allegory was turned on its head. I'm not saying we can know for sure--but then, that's exactly the point.

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* Here come those Eyebrows of Concern again, Jonathan, but even deeper and more furrowed this time. Meanwhile... I'm thinking Bard could finally be the one to use "Thunderstruck"...though I honestly think Beckett is the one it really goes with...so maybe not...I'm sorry, you were saying?

Comments

[Anjali]

I've been reading you for a long time, but probably haven't ever commented that I can remember. Just had to say, love that you're a Ma fan and going to a classical concert (I'm a professional violist, it's nice to know people in my age group still enjoy concerts). When I was 12 and everyone had pictures of Ricky Schroeder and Kirk Cameron on their bedroom walls, I had pictures of Yo-Yo Ma and Baryshnikov on mine. I did get to meet Ma once when he played Dvorak with a symphony I worked for at the time, and he was incredibly nice and humble. Anyway, no particular point to this rambling comment except I felt I should say hello after reading you for several years. :-)

[beth]

Hey, thanks for delurking! I was actually a musician once...played violin through my junior year of college and was a voice major my first year (wound up minoring and switching to an English major, but that's how I met my husband, which is how I was at Tanglewood yesterday, since he's working there for the summer).

We saw Ma play the Dvorak Cello Concerto and the BSO play the New World Symphony a few years ago at Tanglewood, too, and it's still my favorite concert I've seen there. He definitely seems like an ultra-cool guy in addition to being a monster cellist. I actually walked in on a master class he was teaching at Longy years and years ago, because I was lost looking for a college audition room. He was VERY nice about it. :) A friend of my husband's recently met him when he came to perform in Boston and said he was awesome, too.

Thanks again for reading and commenting!