My aunt emailed me today. She wanted to know what was wrong with her blog update. Could it possibly I hadn’t written a word since June 15th? After a Stanley Cup Victory? It is true. I hadn’t written about the win yet. I still have yet to fully absorb it. Today my friend and I watched a NESN hockey encore at our hockey dive. We are still living in the season.
How could I possibly have forgotten to write about the Fenway father’s day game? Where I shed a few tears watching the Bruins throw out the first pitch. The woman beside me whispered, “Let it all out, I cried myself in 1970.”
How could I forget to write about the morning message, that simply said BRUINS the day after the win? It is simply. I write it and it’s making it past tense.
Last night at the game with my father, I shifted in my seat more than usual. No complaints about eight runs in the first inning. But an hour long first inning? It’s a whole different thing than playoff hockey.
So when Papi rushed the mound, I mistook the crowd for chanting “HOCKEY”. Not PAPI. I honestly believe the crowd was cheering for something in a baseball game reminiscent of hockey.
I’m still coming down of the playoff win. I’m still searching Boston bars for the cup. And I’ve still not admitted to the importance of baseball games. Because as soon as baseball becomes important, it’s like giving up that much of hockey.