Take Me Out to the. . . .
I was lucky enough to go to the last spring training game of the season: Red Sox vs. the Twins. Thanks to our great friends! I admit it, I’m a huge Red Sox fan. I love the sound of a baseball game on TV. It means summer, leisure, no school. It reminds me of my Dad. He kept the Phillies game on while he mowed the lawn, coming in for a cold beer, and standing before the set while he cooled off.
In my first writing class, the instructor tasked us to write about sports. It was summer and my husband—a long-term Red Sox fan—was watching the game. I sat beside him, waiting for inspiration. Words like slow, spit, and boring went through my mind. And then I noticed the superstitious routines each player displayed in the batter’s box. I saw the characters, and that’s what I wrote about. It was one of my first pieces, before I even knew what passive voice was.
Since then I’ve learned more and more about the strategy of the game, the personalities of the players. I’m a groupie, a member of Red Sox Nation, I yell at the TV. And look, I’m still writing about the team. Go Sox!
Cape Cod has everything, including a whole summer of baseball! Check it out at: http://www.capecodbaseball.org