Play Ball

It's been cold here the last couple days...and we're forecast for a few more days before we turn the corner and hit the 40-50 degree mark...but tonight, for an hour and a half, it was summer. The local PBS station showed a documentary about the Red Sox-Yankee rivalry. We've tried to go to at least one of those games during the regular season (easier before the tickets got wicked hard to buy, and before we had C).

I don't know what it is about baseball. Maybe it's sitting outside, in the sun, with a hot dog and a beer. Maybe it's that sometimes, you can actually see the Little Leaguer in the professional ballplayer. Or maybe it's the show that the fans put on in the stands. Sometimes that's even better than the game itself (especially in the Bronx).

My brother is a huge Red Sox fan. My dad gave up after having his heart broken by the Sox time and again. D is a Yankee fan. Has been his whole life. Me? I just like the sitting outside with a beer, watching people.

But, the 2004 Series still makes me cry.