“Well I love that dirty water; Oh, Boston, you’re my home!”
So begins another season where names like . . .
are spoken as if they are all members of my family.
For the next six months, I will wake each morning to my husband and children hashing out each and every play of the previous night’s game. The pronoun ‘we’ will be used in every conversation as if each individual member of my family had something to do with the game, win or lose.
Perhaps 2019 will be the year that Garrett will get to add his initials to the Pesky Pole or Eliza might get to touch the green monster for good luck. Or maybe Zachary will indulge in too many Fenway Franks. What I know for certain is that whether or not we are rooting for the Sox at Fenway Park or from our living room, we will definitely be belting out the lyrics to Sweet Caroline at the bottom of the eighth!