In your late twenties things begin to change. You have less time to think about yourself and do what you want, instead you have to focus on people getting married. You have to focus on the partnerships happening around you.
It's as if people think when they are ready to grow up, so are those around them. Suddenly we are supposed to have money and jobs in which we can take of a day to celebrate a union. Say goodbye to using your personal days on yourself. No more day games. Personal days get filled up for other people's personal celebrations. Going to a baseball game becomes selfish.
I am thinking about starting a registry for myself. I am not married, and I'm nowhere near even having someone to bring to a wedding. If only I was allowed to bring my radio to weddings. I could be entertained by 850 the entire cocktail hour. I could dance to Sweet Caroline, and Shipping Off to Boston. I want to have a celebration of my union with the Red Sox. In sickness and in health, I will always have them in my life. Till death due me part.
So all I am asking for, is some time. Some time in which no one will judge me. If I want to watch the game rather than go out, allow it. If I have tickets to a day game, and I am supposed to be meeting some family members significant other, so be it. I am with my own plus one. In my late twenties, I am plus Red Sox. And of course, I may take on a few affairs in the off season. I am still crossing my fingers Ochocinco will move in.
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