A beautiful father's day weekend!

I stayed at my parents this weekend with every intention to study, I ignored my phone, and well, I tried to ignore Fenway.
    After this week I was looking forward to a baseballless weekend.  The loss that felt stolen on the Thursday.  Going back to Fenway still cold from the night before to watch Dice-K. I had told a Phillies fan the night before we are better at Fenway, because we don’t boo our own team. Was I ever wrong. Watching Dice-K Friday night reminded me of when my older sister and brother forced me to watch the movie It at age five. I was terrified and unable to move.  Could this really be happening? First pitch a home run? The only thing more terrifying than a clown is Dice-K this season.
    So I woke up Saturday determined to forget about baseball.  I started my day with a cup of tea and a chapter for school. Then talked baseball for about a half hour with a neighbor… and that was the beginning of the end.
    Last night I tune into the game late, fuzzy headed. It doesn’t make sense. How is it so deep in the game already with Beckett? Wait, no runs on the board… How could I have forgotten Lowe was pitching.  The fans made up for booing Dice-K when they gave Lowe a standing o.  And then gave Lowe another as he left, and tipped his hat, after losing a pitching battle at Fenway to Beckett, looking again like a pitching god.
    A beautiful day in Fenway.  And then today… despite weather conditions that could ruin any knuckleballer, Wake pitches a solid game. Not his tenth win, but it’s almost July, and it isn’t about statistics anymore, it’s all about making it to the post season. Pap pitches, not particularly well, and puts fear into all of our heads, but in the end he keeps us at a tie. I’m thinking, Green, a June hero is up next, no way I’m getting work done. I pop open a beer and get back just in time for his walk-off.  Says he didn’t even know it was a walk-off.
    But if you’ve been watching Green over the past few weeks, you nearly knew it was going to be a walk off before hearing his bat even hit the ball.  Hours later I read the Globe,  Dice-K is on the DL, the nightmares over, for awhile anyway.  The six-man rotation is only an urban legend.
    I didn’t get much work done. Hell, that’s what Mondays are for.  Anyway, I had to celebrate fathers day, most of those guys are fathers, right?