A Dad's Day Post...Just A Small Something About The Game Of Baseball

I'm sure you know this. I love the Red Sox...have all my life. From '67, as a small kid who probably did not know what was going on at Fenway on my first visit there, watching a team picked for 8th or 9th (one division only in the AL and NL, when there were true pennant races with no wild cards). To the 1975 Sox, my heros still.........Looie, Spaceman, Jim Ed, Freddie, and so many more. And after sweeping Oakland, having to play the mighty Reds, and BOY, were they mighty, in a World Seies that went all the way, and squeezed every atom of emotion and love and respect and just pure baseballness out of me, and every Sox lover. Heartbreak. Disapointment. But a feeling of being so proud. Tears too, yep. And then '78. Heartbreak in 3 and a half seconds. A little breeze, once gentle, then firm, blowing out innocently enough towards the Monster. And a fly ball floating towards that wall, with Yaz, a pound or two of the glove, camped under it. And watching his knees sag as the ball gently nestled into the net.
Sure, those are the downs of being a Red Sox fan. But they are outnumbered a zillion to one by the moments of elation, sheer jump in the air joy. Moments to be remembered for the rest of my life. And boy, I have so many of those. Lucky? You bet! And then there was 2004. That's all I need to say about that season.
I'm slowly getting to a point. And it's been fun. The words flowed through my head just as if I had a Bush-like little earpiece transmitting what I should write into my left ear. Left? Hey, that's where my voice is. I hope everyone has a great Father's Day. Kiss your Dad, if you can. I kissed my Dad's headstone. That was nice. I could feel him all around me. Be happy. Is there anything more important? Thanks for reading my words. It means so much.