April 3, 2017 (day 34)
It has been a good day in Boston. (And Baltimore from what I gather reading here.) The weather is shifting, I actually saw people in shorts for the past two days. (In the 50’s, mind you). Not me yet. But I did have baseball on my mind. The NESN announcer’s voice just speaks “Spring is here”. So today a few minutes after 2, out went the first pitch and hallelujah let the games begin.
I have a long story with baseball, and won’t get into that this evening.… What I can say is that we can see Fenway Park from our apartment along with the Citgo sign and I love when the lights are on. There is amazing history and energy there. I love Big Papi and will miss him this season. I don’t care who you root for, Big Papi is such a good guy. And I too am beginning a new season without an important player, and the game must go on.
So I leave you tonight with one of my favorite clips. It’s the longer version because I think it means so much more seeing him break his bat and ask Bobby the batboy to pick him a winner. And then there’s just that moment. The combination of music and cinematography and handsome Robert Redford that makes me believe in everyday miracles and magic. The lights showering down onto the field.
I grew up on sports. A lot of sports. We watched them and played them. A dad who coached. The grandkids call him “Coach”. And I also love a good sports movie. “Hoosiers”, “Field of Dreams”, “Rudy”, “Remember the Titans”, “The Greatest Game Ever Played”, “We Are Marshall” to name a few. We get to root for our own underdog, cheer for the team, overcome adversity, test our endurance, faith and grit all with some awesome music, often an orchestra, streaming in the background.
And here’s some history I DO care about. Babe Ruth lived our building when he played here. Just like I know his father’s bar was on the site where Camden Yards is now. Making Coach/Dad proud.