It’s Still Tradition
Funny, after well over 5 hours, just as I start this post, it ends. I just witnessed one of the best baseball games in a while, in my opinion. The Red Sox just beat the Yankees in game 5 of the ALCS. It’s not the game so much as the environment. The aura. The experience.
For the last 8 innings (yeah, I got there late), I’ve been watching camera shots of the fans grow ulcers with each extension of the game. There were hundreds of rally caps, thousands of strained, pained expressions of hope, grimaces of ‘again’ that’s so familiar it’s like breathing to a Red Sox fan. The best part - everyone. Men, women, young boys -and- girls, older decades of fans, and those in my wide age bracket, all pulling for their team. The same expression was on the faces of those who you could tell had a lot of money just as it was on those who were going to feel the ticket prices. But it didn’t matter.
Posters cheering the team, urging the reverse of the curse were abundant. The look of desperate hope, the agony with each passing batter, the voodoo uncurses, every superstitious trick they could try were employed.
It was beautiful. It was History. It was Boston, now as it was then.
I don’t believe it matters whether or not you’re a fan, or even care about baseball. It was magic. Baseball is still alive and I feel wonderful.
What I wouldn’t have given for a ton of memory cards, a couple lenses and a nice camera to go walking through Fenway tonight and make a documentary of the experience. Pure beauty.
October 20th, 2004 08:20
Wow, you are kinda starting to sound like me, isent it wonderful? I am so glad that you were able to feel that from your living room couch, yes, only imagine what it was like there in live mode. Pure bliss i am sure.