Soxtober

It’s Fall: the crisp air scuttles leaves along sidewalks, sparrows transport construction one twig at a time into abandoned air conditioners, and the Red Sox are up one game in the play-offs.  My eyes are slightly red-rimmed from sitting glued to the television until 1:20 am; my knees ache from two hours of yogi-style bending, [...]

13 to 1!!!!!

Seriously, what more is there to say?

Ted Williams’ Toe

Common sense would dictate that Ipswich Street be avoided like the Common at 3am today of all days, but I absolutely couldn’t resist seeing the pre-Series Fenway hubbub. It was noisy; it was crazy-crowded; traffic crawled along Boylston; people hurried to touch the bronzed toe of Ted Williams’ statue; grown men were strolling around [...]

Rockies, Indeed!

This is for you Brian.  What do you mean: congratulations that my team is going to the World Series again, but you’re rooting for the other guys cuz of their “story”?  Hunh? Are you just trying to tick me off—me, the least athletic and most unsuperstitious woman on God’s green Earth who sits around evenings [...]

I Dream of Lowell…with His Silver Hair

Football season has begun, and the Patriots are snuffing everyone in their path. I am in football heaven yet again. I will live there, remote and bowl of turkey chili in hand, until sometime next February. However, ever since Mike Lowell hit his jersey number’s worth of doubles last year, I’ve felt [...]