Serial World

BRS Outfitted for the Cold

I just realized what a sea change has occurred for the Boston sports scene from the frustrating days of my youth. The Red Sox start playing the World Series tonight and while I’m excited, it doesn’t have the same flavor of 2004 season or the beloved teams of the 1960s and 70s. I’m sure part of that is the unbridled success for all “my” teams over the past twenty years as this marks the fourth time the Sox have been to the series. It’s also patently unfair to compare any team to 2004 which will forever live in the hearts of any Red Sox fan as “The Team” which broke the curse.

ABFA and BRS Celebrating Birthday

A Whoopie Pie Birthday Cake!!!
This Just Might be the Height of Civilization

BRS With her Other Grandparents

I hesitate to speculate that this may be more a comment on my age than on the state of sports. I used to live and die with the fortunes of Boston sports teams. That fervor has died away incrementally over the years. I first gave up on my formerly beloved Celtics when the NBA evolved into a parody of the game I used to love. Baseball has the problem of pace where even a well-pitched game goes well into three hours as each batter is allowed to contemplate his navel while walking out of the batter’s box between each pitch. Football is hanging in there but I wasn’t even upset at missing the first quarter last Sunday because I was out shopping for flooring.

My Favorite Son 

Wingman Took a Long Video of the FBR Singing at the Bathroom Sink
I Think I've watched it Over a Dozen times

I know the less sports inclined person will conjecture that I’m at long last growing up and realizing there’s more to life. I steadfastly refuse to grow up, those of you who know me understand this. I’ve always realized there was more to life although the arrival of my two granddaughters are providing an unbridled example of this. Not that I’m blaming them because it is my life’s dream to have both the FBR and the BRS grow up to be staunch Red Sox fans. I'll still be firmly planted in front of the TV tonight cheering the Sox on. This year's team has been a lot of fun to watch and I might be exiled from New England if I didn't pay proper respect.

Grandpa - You're Kind of Silly

But We Already Knew That!
GO SOX!!!!!

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

RECURRING CHARACTERS

BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent Fiancé & MEG – Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman – my son in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involed in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3^rdmusquetera (musketeer); Buddy – AKA the Wonder Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals – female relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Excellent Boss – my former direct boss at work; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with demeanor issues