fenway’s green monster
where nets caught homeruns we sit
upon steel baseballs
“Hey kid, sorry about taking your popcorn,” I offered to the wide eyed little old man still looking at the trading cards.
“Awwh, that’s OK mister. She sure is a pistol,” he surprised me and then upped the anti by continuing on with, “Hey, how about you repay me by buyin’ me one of these cards?” He looking up at me like a droopy hound dog who has been around this place longer than dirt.
“What?” I exclaimed in surprise.
“Yah. Yah. He burst. Look, see, I’ve been payin’ down on this Ted Williams card for a couple years now. All I need is another twenty-two bucks and it mine. Sweet Ted. Mister did you know he is last guy to hit over .400 ?”
“We’ll yah, of course I do. Everyone knows that, ya little squirt. Is that why you want the card,” I asked both of us now eating the popcorn like we were at the movies watching a Godzilla double feature.
“No, I want the card cuz he is coming back and I want to get him to autograph it for me. Wouldn’t that be something! I’d be rich if I could get his autograph on his card,” he said, clearly having worked his investment out; calculated the appreciation.
“You mean, you think Ted is coming back?” I asked getting real thirsty and starting to wonder how close we were to the cry of “Play Ball” .
“Well yah, of course. He’s all frozen proper like out there in the desert or dessert, Alcor is the place; it’s only a few miles from my grandparents place. Googled it. Anyway, Ted and his head are just waiting and when he is ready, he is coming back and I’ll be right there when he walks out of the facility, flashes blazing like the fourth of July, me calm like. I will I’ll be there. And I’ll get him to sign the card. So mister, can you help me get the card? Step up man, I won’t tell your wife about this Vi dame,” he added, as if he was plopping down a weird bruised cherry atop a sundae just served up.
“Kid….why I….well, you are impressive. I’d be delighted to help you get this card,” I decided. “Hey Vi,” I yelled across the store, “can you give us a hand and get this kid his card. I somehow think you know him. Put the balance on my tab, I gotta run. I can hear the crowd.”
In Boston Massachusetts there is a professional baseball team by the name of the Red Sox. They have a nation of fans that they regularly brainwash with a Neil Diamond song, Sweet Caroline (revealed to have been inspired by a Massachusetts based political family member by the same name….).
Here for your examination is a particularly foggedelic instance of this brainwashing, captured by Pinkletink_07, unfolding after a 2 hour plus April ’08 rain delay, against the the New York Yankees at Fenway park. The Red Sox went on to win this close game. No one at this game, aside from Manny, remembers this sing-a-long happening as captured here.