sunny sunday sox game

Today Eric and I went to the Sox game. We were supposed to go with my brother Alan who's a big Sox fan, prior to the championship win, but he wasn't feeling well so I got to ask Deanna to go with us instead.

The game passed at an unbelievable clip, a sign that the Sox are playing a high level, since I can remember going to games and being bored out of my wits, at this game, it was all hustle and the Sox scored four home runs, two pairs of them, both back to back.

enter fireworks.

It was fun to watch the game and drink frozen margaritas and sit in the sun. I felt like this was the first scheduled day off time I'd had in a while. And I still managed to be working in the morning. Yes, I know, I am quite the workhorse. Usually when I take time off from work I don't do anything, I just sit around the house and do laundry. Not the same as sitting in the upper deck cheering for a home run.

It was the first Sox game for both Eric and Deanna, which I thought was interesting, mostly because Deanna is a native chicagoan, so I assumed she must have been dragged to a game at some point. I guess I'm lucky to have a brother who's so good at insisting I go to things with him; looking back on it, it's a nice memory we have about going to games together, and it was fun to be the expert (though I'm no replacement for Alan..."Um, no...Konerko's not a catcher. Or is he?") and know that a home run would elicit fireworks, that the margarita man would make his way up to us, that we could easily get there on the train.

Mostly what I fondly remember about going to a game is this sort of thrill, from being a small part of a big whole, from partaking the staples of summer, hot dogs, frozen drinks, beer, fireworks, sun, and from spending time with people you love all the while, knowing that there's no one else they'd rather sit next to for three to five hours than you.