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But then I thought about the game
This afternoon I watched my first baseball game in almost exactly four years.* I think my primary fondness for the sport remains in the fact that it generated Damn Yankees, and my loyalty to the Red Sox a matter of friends and proximity,** but it was surprisingly fun. And certainly more of a success than the last time.
*The last was Game Seven of the 2003 ALCS, in which Pedro Martinez melted down in the eighth inning and the Yankees polished up the floor with the Sox. The last before that, I was in fifth grade: all I remember was my father took me to Fenway and the Red Sox lost. That doesn't narrow it down much.
**Genetically, I think I'm some sort of Dodgers-Yankees crossbreed. Those members of my family that care about baseball hail in one way or another from New York.
*The last was Game Seven of the 2003 ALCS, in which Pedro Martinez melted down in the eighth inning and the Yankees polished up the floor with the Sox. The last before that, I was in fifth grade: all I remember was my father took me to Fenway and the Red Sox lost. That doesn't narrow it down much.
**Genetically, I think I'm some sort of Dodgers-Yankees crossbreed. Those members of my family that care about baseball hail in one way or another from New York.
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I always approve of Donald O'Connor.
But it did a better job of getting me to think about Ray Walston and Gwen Verdon.
Which is also never a loss.
Haven't seen a live game in more than 10 years.
Well, this was on television. But it was still the first game I'd paid actual attention to in years. When the Red Sox won the World Series in 2004, I was watching a lunar eclipse.