Thursday started out with my Boston cousins. A beautiful Cape Cod night. Boys playing baseball in the backyard in Ellsbury jerseys, one boy and even had a Brady jersey making fall not look so cold. My cousins’ son told his him, he couldn’t dress up for dinner. He had to wear his Ellsbury jersey, because it was the start of the Yankees Red Sox series. I sipped on my Sam Summer as if it was the last and listened to Joe cast the game over the radio. Until we couldn’t…. we pretended it was politeness and dinner. But the truth was, the only thing worse than listening to the Sox over the weekend was watching them.
The weekend passed slowly, surrounded by my mothers New York side of the family. My eleven year-old cousin asked jollily, “Did the Sox lose againI used my old, if you can tell me who pitched, I will answer that question, line. Probably the only thing I like about Yankee fans, they can never tell you who pitched.
I returned back to Boston last night. I turned on my radio to put me to sleep. The silence of those Red Sox bats, has become like sheep. Thankfully I was wide awake. It wasn’t just Youk being frustrated at being hit last night. Youk always gets hit due to his graceful batting stance. Youk provided us with the wake-up call Boston needed. A nation hit down by steroids, empty promises, and losses. Lowell homered twice reminding us anything is possible in this game and finally we won. Tazawa got a win after his Yankee humiliation. Things are looking up. We are still 5 1/2 behind the Yankees(this fact my New York cousins can always tell me.) but we are alive once more. It’s not September yet, and we aren’t dead yet
By next Friday I’ll be at Fenway, hopefully taking my cousins kid to his first game ever, and against the Yankees at that. He’ll be in his best jersey. And I’ll remember the Fenway magic once more. And with any luck, my cousins in New York will remember what feeling nervous is like.
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