Saturday, August 12, 2006

how much things change in one week

one week ago, it was my incredible fortune to have this view watching batting practice with a very good friend, seeing the Red Sox live for the first time in 15 years. this week, i had to listen to the game online because it wasn't the game that was aired on FOX.


one week ago, i was close enough to get photos like this from my seat. this week, i am the only one still in Florida.


one week ago, i appear to have an unhealthy preoccupation with Youk's backside. =P this week, i am laughing about it still. ok. so i guess that hasn't much changed, other than i am not looking at his backside. actually, i swear i wasn't even then, but when you sit behind home plate, this is the side of the players you see the most, ya know?


one week ago, we were hopeful for a win from Boomer that ended up being the first of 5 straight crushing blows against the worst two teams in baseball. this week, Sox fans are back in Fenway, back to winning & back within 2 games of The Evil Empire, despite all the naysayers claiming the season was over. it's August & these are the Red Sox. nobody's season is over yet.


one week ago, the Red Sox were so beat up & injured that we saw Big Papi play first base. this week, the boys are mending & one by one, moving back into their usual roles on the field.


one week ago, i was learning just how disturbing a place The Trop can be with sights like this...and a mascot of undeterminable origin (or relation to anything *I* have ever seen in the ocean, for that matter), dancing suggestively on the roof of the Red Sox dugout & mooning the crowd...and the ever obnoxious "more cowbell". this week, i sit in my house, where it is virtually silent & the craziest thing in my view is this photo.


one week ago, even this could not save not the day. this week, he wins it with a walk-off single in extra innings.


one week ago, i had no idea just how "this" things would get. this week, i may have strained something as a result of all the dancing & cheering & fist-pumping i have done in 2 days.


so much changes in one week when you stop to reflect. one week ago. one short week ago. and so many things are closer than they were.

2 with their own thoughts:

Anonymous,  Monday, August 14, 2006 3:37:00 PM  

To see our boys was wonderful. To see how they played, like a limping platoon with 50% casualties, another thing entirely. I can't tell at what point the hands went over the eyes, because I think both of us did that a *lot* during the course of that game... :-P

*~*Michelle*~* Thursday, August 17, 2006 1:48:00 PM  

LOL...I was going to write some big impressive baseball critique but...all I got was I was looking at the pictures and I thought that Sierra Mist dude was a giant pickle, and I was thinking, what the heck is a giant pickle doing there.

And that is all I have to say about that.

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