Oh, and our favorite teams? Mine, I share with the King, Stephen, that is: the Boston Red Sox. I lived in Kenmore Square when I attended BU, one block up and two blocks down from Fenway and the Big Green Monster. My brownstone was tucked between the giant Citgo sign and the Charles River. I could take a study break, step out on my stoop, and hear the roar of the crowd on game nights, faint jubilation just on the other side of the brownstones. To be able to hear that much humanity, coming together to enjoy something, to put everything else aside and hope to witness some magic…Who wouldn’t fall in love with that?
And, as the baseball page is dedicated to The Rube, pitcher of no-hitters and lover of shiny things, fire trucks, and puppies, this entry is dedicated to Dave’s captive baseball audience, and honorary FOD #1: Finn Anthony. Hi, Finn!
The guys’ favorite baseball teams…are still pending. 🙂
Management: No nice Australian women were squeezed like toothpaste tubes at this live performance. No quokkas were kicked at this live performance. A Gareth was repeatedly called Gary at this performance, but he has treatment and has healed.