And this story is no different. I was as they say “born into it.” The love of Boston and more specifically Boston sports was instilled in me at a very young age. However, while I always knew to like the Boston teams I never truly loved any of them until rather recently and there seems to be no better time to be a fan of the Boston dynasty. I write this post while watching a Sox game on ESPN, it is the bottom of the tenth with no score against the Rays. I find something very relaxing about listening to baseball game. There is something about tradition here. It is like experiencing the game the way our fathers did with the radio. Although the invention of HD adds a new layer, making games that much more exciting to experience from the comfort of our own homes. But I digress. That is me talking as the Red Sox baseball fan I am now, not the one I was.
I was only a lukewarm baseball fan growing up. That in itself is long story probably better saved for a later date. At the very least, I always knew to like the Red Sox. Red Sox good, Yankees bad. If I knew nothing else about baseball that was enough. For me, it was enough. I couldn’t understand what real baseball fans, like my father, got all worked up about. It was only a game. Life didn’t revolve around it. But that all changed for me on one warm summer night in Portland, Maine and that is where my story begins. Watching the Portland Sea Dogs, AA affilate of the Boston Red Sox, was not my first Baseball game. I had the privilege of watching a Florida Marlins game from a box seat around the age of eight. It was a fun experience. But not one I had the maturity to fully appreciate. There was something different though about the Sea Dogs game though. Maybe it was the fact it was the first time I was seeing more than four Boston fans in the same place. Maybe it was the how the minor league park mirrored its major league affiliate. Maybe it was the fact they won. Whatever the reason, something changed in me that night and before I had walked out of those gates to leave the stadium and head back for the beach I had become a full blooded, honest to goodness, spin your life around your team, Red Sox fan. And that is where it all began…
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