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You might ask, how have I managed to live smack in the middle of home turf and avoid mentioning the Red Sox, especially since their miraculous victory? So far it's been easy, given my supreme disinterest in things sporting (even in cases where my own progeny were participants). But, of course, there was a photo opportunity that I couldn't pass up, which beckoned me.
On Sunday at the Farm Stand, workers laid out pumpkins in the field to spell Red Sox - 4 Yankees - (I can't remember). Unfortuately, I was unable to climb high enough in the tree to get the full aerial view, but you can extrapolate from here.
There are two positive things (for me -- I'm sure others will find many more) about the Sox going to the World Series for the first time since 1918. First, there has been a miracle . The Curse of the Bambino seems to have lifted. The underdog has triumphed. I am taking a cue from a dear and close personal friend, and seeing it as a sign that Kerry will win the election.
Second, as has been pointed out to me many times this week, the Sox win has given all of us in their proximity a reason to communicate joyfully with one another. That has, in fact, been lovely. Just yesterday in the Target parking lot, the gentleman who was harvesting carts called gaily to me something about Darth Vader. On other occasions, I have automatically slapped a convenient psychiatric diagnosis on such a person and avoided eye contact, but yesterday I responded with an enthusiastic call back, assuming the communication was about the Sox and the Yankees. I avoided getting into a deeper conversation , since it would have gone quickly over my head .
On the more worrysome side, (forgive me, Esther Hicks, channeling Abraham) crowds and crowd control are of great concern. An innocent young woman was killed in the aftermath of the Sox win. She was hit in the eye by a badly aimed pepper projectile, fired by a riot policeman. Her death is the second this year that has occurred in the aftermath of a sporting event, and now the World Series is coming to town. The mayor briefly considered banning alcohol in Boston restaurants during the Series games. There were huge objections, since restaurant owners had already lost so much revenue during the Democratic National Convention.
I doubt if fans are getting loaded in restaurants anyway. Boston is a college town , and most of the kids aren't drinking in local restaurants. The schools are warning students that they risk expulsion if they are caught participating in a post game riot. Let's hope it works. Perhaps early intervention would be a better plan.
Addendum: On my search for a clickie, I came upon the Quantum Fortune Cookie
My question, "When will my inspiraton be back?" QFT's answer "There are times when silence is a poem. Seek the quiet" Guess I'll do just that .
Posted by Dakota at October 23, 2004 06:11 AM