The first paragraph was funny, the second was sad. You had a perfect way of making me feel like his life was, all because of a baseball game, now rendered purposeless.
REDSOXKICKBOOTAY ! haha! jk! but seriously, great story. it made me sad… most likely that the poor kid would grow up liking such a cruddy team (once again, jk!)
i too am…or was a Boston girl…i miss boston so badly…but i have to agree that the red sox have not always been….successful shall i say in their quest for glory
I’ve never even been to Boston – closest I ever came was a phone interview with Harvard (which is in Cambridge). I live in the Chicago area – this could have easily been about the Cubs & White Sox – funny how our culture is so intertwined with sports – guess that’s the sad but true point of this….
I don’t know. The beginning was a bit sad-ish, kind of a melencholy tone in there. But the last sentance just made it funny and brought up the mood a lot. Good job. It’s Lovely.
Oh, the rich, rich psychology of acculturation, how we are molded and influenced by the circumstances into which we are born. How much nature does it take to break free of how we are nurtured? Sometimes I think I missed out not growing up in a home with a sports affiliation (my dad watches golf and listens to Beethoven, and knows how to plan wars), but most of the time I’m kind of grateful.
This story is very, very true. Children are incredibly impressionable, and personalities begin building at a young age. The title wasn’t cool at first, cuz I’m from New England, but as I read I realized that it was only an insult from a character that deserves pity and perhaps a little understanding.
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