I love baseball and I love the Boston Red Sox.
I love baseball at this time of the year when I still have a team that's playing. And I especially love this time of year when the Red Sox are still playing. Like this year.
It's not always like this. OK, for LOTS of years it's NOT like this. Most times this time of year is difficult because none of my teams (the teams that matter most: Red Sox, those lovable Cubbies and now the Braves) are still playing.
2013 had a really great start for the play-offs. I was really really pulling for the Braves to play the Red Sox in the World Series. But then "baseball is baseball" and the Braves lost to the Dodgers. Badly. Painfully. Quickly.
So then I really, really wanted the Dodgers to play the Red Sox (because of my Dodger-fan-cousin Chuck). I thought that would be a good match-up. But then the Dodgers lost to the darn Cardinals.
Let me quote from sister Betsey's recent facebook post explaining out feelings about the Cardinals:
To my friends who happen to be Cardinal Fans.
>> Full Disclosure << The next couple of weeks are going to be interesting. Dad always said that at birth he was asked to declare his loyalty to either the Damn Yankees or the Red Sox. The Red Sox are his legacy passed on to us. We were raised in the exact middle between Chicago and St Louis. At birth we were asked the same question about the Cubs and the Cards. This explains my undying loyalty to the Cubbies. Nothin' personal. It's just how it is. So, "Bring it on" Cards fans. We can handle it. And I know with every fiber of my being that we will still be friends when the fat lady sings. Deal?
(Couldn't have said it any better Bets, thanks.)
Every year sometime in March my good friend Erin and I meet either for breakfast or lunch and we choose the teams we think will go to the World Series that year. We choose the wild card teams. We choose the division winners. Every year I pick the Red Sox. This year (I need to say publicly) I stepped out in faith, choosing my beloved BoSox. They finished last last year with that darn Bobby Valentine. Oy vey, that guy was not good. Not good. But I grew up being faithful. And so, once again this year I picked them to win the World Series. Who in the world would have guessed what kind of year they'd have? Wow! (Except for the beards) I love these guys.
Red Sox blood runs through our veins. Every summer growing up we'd listen to games on the radio when we went to CT for vacations. And every year our dads would stuff us into the back of the station wagon, and the Haines-Brogan Fenway trip would be celebrated.
You just know that Ted and Dad have their fingers (and toes) crossed. They're getting comfortable chairs with a good view and settling back. Let's take this series in 6 games, guys. What'd ya say?
Working as a Hospice Chaplain, Lesley is an ordained minister in the United Church of Christ. A Candler School of Theology graduate, Lesley has just published her second book, Grief and the Psalms: Companioning the Moon for 29 Days (available on this website). She and her partner, Linda Ellis are raising their two sons, Brogan and Sam in Decatur, GA.