One of my favorite things in the world is a well-loved Red Sox hat. You can pick them out at games among the crisp and unsullied -- hats that hearken back to the days of heartbreak, hats that bear the colorful signs of having been worn, and worn again, no matter where, no matter what.
So I was delighted when a Facebook follower sent me this picture today, of his own hat, and gave me permission to publish it:
Spring training ritual: reforming it for the upcoming season in the wake of its annual cleaning...
The cap shrinks after washing, and you have to wash it every once in a while, then reform/stretch it. It's an old wool one, not the new fake wool cap...so you have to do this occasionally. Either that or my head is getting bigger from all the 'roids like Barry Bonds' did...saw Pedro-Zimmer in this hat (although I was in the bleachers so I had a much better view of the Karim Garcia and Jeff Nelson beatdown of the Sox bullpen Rake Guy that happened later in the game)
We all have our rituals.
And hey, anybody else with a great Red Sox hat story out there? I'm always happy to hear it.