The tears started during the 7th inning stretch, and by the 9th, I was praying for extra innings. It wasn’t the one game, it was the culmination of roughly 14 years of ball crashing to the field all at once, like a barreling collision at homeplate. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so much joy and happiness, and sadness at the same time.
Putting on that uniform and taking the field, win or lose, is pure Viagra wrapped in cowhide and stitched in red. Goddamn, I missed it. But would this year be 3rd times a charm, or 3 strikes and you’re out?
You know that old saying “you can’t go home again”? I wondered if that was true as I went back to Red Sox Fantasy Camp for my second year to see if the magic was still there!
I’ve always told my daughter to ‘Have fun and do your best’. My wife told me to ‘Have fun and don’t hurt yourself’.
I think I may throw up! I just hit “Confirm” on Red Sox Fantasy Camp in January!