For as long as I can remember I’ve always had a real love/hate relationship with the Boston Red Sox. Almost everyone in my family have been ardent supporters of Bay Area Major League Baseball team: My father and brother Adam with the San Francisco Giants and my brother Matt and I have always sided with the Oakland Athletics. My mother, on the other hand, is an avid Red Sox fan. As a kid I always just accepted it, never really had much reason to question it due to the fact that they were always haunted with the ghosts of their past and the “Curse of the Bambino.” As I later came to find out it was because of our Irish heritage and that she had always wanted visit Boston were the reasons she followed the team closely. It also didn’t hurt that she loved watching Carl Yastrzemski growing up.
Kathy had ordered pizza and a few family friends and their kids had stopped by as well. I said my hellos and chatted with Maggie and Grace about their trip to China they had taken not too long after I went home to Oregon. Anthony showed up about a half hour after I did and we were able to catch up on things and talk about how the rest of Robert’s baseball season was going. After dinner we all headed down and across the street for ice cream. There was a bit of activity going on at the Fan Cave which all the kids were curious about. As we got closer we could see that a concert was taking place and I did my best to hang back and remain out of sight since I was no longer allowed to be there. It only took a matter of seconds for one of the executives and a few of the interns to spot me, which turned into one of the most awkward “good to see you, (but secretly) what are you doing here?” moments. I made sure to keep it short and let them know that I was only there because of the friends I was with. I could see Ricardo and the rest in the background, but let that pass since none of us had spoken to one another in well over a month, and still haven’t to this day. I bid my farewell and headed back up with my group. Robert showed me a few more Red Sox items he had acquired over the last few months until it was time for me to head back down and catch my train back to Long Island. At least this time we were able to leave things on a much happier note. I gave my hugs out all-around and said good bye to everyone before I stepped back into the busy streets of New York.
4/20/12- It’s important to me to never forget the important people and stories that help shape me as a human being, and if it wasn’t for baseball our meeting may have never taken place. I am beyond proud that I have helped inspire Robert to write his blogs, just as I am happy that he helped inspire confidence in me to keep going, letting me know that what I’m trying to accomplish with spreading my love and knowledge of baseball has true value. Thank you again Robert, from the bottom of my heart. I expect to see and hear great things from you now, and in the future. I will always be your biggest supporter, just as you have been for me.