The Bosox

I've been a Red Sox fan forever. I grew up just outside of Boston, and the best thing ever was when my dad's consulting company got season tickets about twenty rows back from first base. Jim Rice, Dwight Evans, Butch Hobson (!), Eck, Pudge, Yaz ... jeez, I'm tearing up here. The absolute highlight of my young life was in 1978 when my dad's partner took me out of school to watch the one-game playoff against the Yankees. I was so depressed after that game --- but will never forget it all the same.

In 2004 my brother and I each flew into St. Louis for game 3 of the World Series. I bought tickets off of some broker on the net for an ridiculous sum, and we met his runner outside the will-call gate. We were amazed but there were almost as many Sox fans there as there were Cardinals fans. The folks around us were great; they gave us a hard time, but all in great spirit and they took it back from us with a smile.

I'm not sure what it is about baseball that is so great. But unlike George Will, I'm just going to enjoy it. Right now I'm watching the first game of the first ever World Baseball Classic --- Taipei against Korea. I hope this thing catches on, it'd be great to draw more countries into the sport.