You know what’s not especially fun? Talking to strangers about politics and the hot button issues of the day. Seriously. No matter how good an idea it seems like at the time, don’t do it. I know, I know. You have a very good point to make. Everyone will see once you finish explaining. You know this point is amazing because, when you’ve brought it out in the past, everyone stops talking and people just sort of nod their head in what is surely agreement. There’s really no way people are just uncomfortable and hoping that understated “agreement” will give someone an opening to change the subject. To baseball.
On the other hand, you know what’s so much fun it’ll make you want to slap your momma? Shouting “Go Sox!” with other people and talking to strangers about how awesome Big Papi is. One of the coolest things about living in a city that hosts a professional sports team has got to be the automatic, assumed camaraderie that they create. I volunteer in the school library on Wednesday mornings (three cheers for shelving!) and, after the Pledge of Allegiance finished yesterday, the Vice Principal said, “Go Sox!” Steve, my second grader, who probably still couldn’t tell you what an inning is, came home yesterday telling me all the reasons the Red Sox were going to win the World Series because apparently that was a major topic on the playground. When I was walking the kids to school this morning, the crossing guard said, “We did it! Go Sox!” as she stopped traffic for us.
All the excitement was enough to get me to watch the Red Sox all through the playoffs in spite of being something of a baseball skeptic. And watching them through the playoffs was enough to get me excited about watching them in the regular season next year.
So, until next Spring: Go Sox!