Sunday, June 16, 2013


I love the name of our baseball team. I love that this gorgeous stadium sits right on the river and that you can take your dog to a game once a year. I love the way the evening game starts off hotter than heck and cools as the long shadows draw lines across the field by the seventh inning stretch. I love that this is an activity that the entire family can enjoy and the happy atmosphere speaks to that. I love the way my boys love Charlie. I love that Charlie can really do the Charleston. I love that the peanut man wears a basket hat on his bald head with pride. I love that you can sit behind Bill Murray and watch him kindly sign autographs and have his picture taken over and over while still keeping his eye on the ball. I love that you can wear a ball hat, flip flops, and no make-up to the game. I love that it always reminds me of watching my brothers play ball every summer and hearing my British mother shout like an all-American hoodlum at their games. I love that I don't really know all the rules but can still appreciate the game. I love that a ten year old boy can get Winnie the Pooh painted on his face and that no one bats an eye ( I love that the face painter charges two bucks more for a Red Sox logo than a Yankee logo). I love leaving in the dark, feeling tired, relaxed, and laughing all the way to the car.

1 comment:

  1. I love your love of the simplicities that are so often taken for granted.