Baseball on tv--
the bright green diamond, the lights,
it could be summer.
Showing posts with label Red Sox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Red Sox. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
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Tuesday, April 7, 2015
April 7: Opening Day
From yesterday, of course:
Robins crowd every field.
Red Sox on the radio--
Opening Day.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Monday, June 30, 2014
June 30: End of June
The quality of light, the tone of a sultry summer evening...
Sky still light at 9.
Red Sox on the radio.
Slim new moon rising.
Sky still light at 9.
Red Sox on the radio.
Slim new moon rising.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
June 28: Fenway
Saw the Red Sox win 7-5 against the Toronto Blue Jays at Fenway Park. We left Camden in a cloud of fog and rain, and enjoyed a warm, clear summer evening under the lights in Boston, with great seats right behind home plate.
After the baseball game
fans sing along with buskers
in the T station.
After the baseball game
fans sing along with buskers
in the T station.
Friday, August 13, 2010
August 13: Perseids
The Perseid meteor shower peaks today. This summer shower always carries a festive connotation for me, because it coincides with my friend Woody's birthday. Woody and I used to work at a writers conference in Vermont together every August, the dates of which always overlapped with his birthday. However we chose to celebrate (and being writers, we were creative--think pinatas, night swimming, tequila), the evening was never complete without a viewing of the meteor shower from some strategic point on the conference's rural campus. I don't think there's a better place to watch falling stars than one of the Bread Loaf hayfields surrounded by the profound dark of the Green Mountain National Forest. Our viewing was often punctuated by the howling of coyotes hunting in the river valley. Their wild yipping and the usually dramatic meteor show seemed the perfect birthday celebration. (As I said in my post two days ago, sometimes when it's your birthday, good things seem to revolve around you.)
After the Red Sox hit their fourth home run against Texas tonight (and their third in a row!), it seemed safe to leave the game for a few minutes to step out back and see if the sky was clear. It was, so I decided to stay out long enough to see one falling star. Perseus rises directly over our roof, so I had an unobstructed view. What I at first thought was a faint haze was, I realized when my eyes had adjusted, the Milky Way. My celestial observations were accompanied by an acoustic guitar sing-along on our neighbors' back porch tonight, creating an enjoyable if unusual atmosphere in which to watch the night sky. I was reminded a bit of those past summers at Bread Loaf.
I saw a falling star in less than five minutes and realize now that I should have made a wish on it for the Red Sox: Texas has since responded with three home runs of their own. Friday the 13th does not appear to be our star pitcher Josh Beckett's lucky day. But I'm happy nonetheless and look forward to going out to the back yard to rack up a few more wishes after the game.
Meteor shower:
Perseus tosses out stars,
each pitch a bright wish.
After the Red Sox hit their fourth home run against Texas tonight (and their third in a row!), it seemed safe to leave the game for a few minutes to step out back and see if the sky was clear. It was, so I decided to stay out long enough to see one falling star. Perseus rises directly over our roof, so I had an unobstructed view. What I at first thought was a faint haze was, I realized when my eyes had adjusted, the Milky Way. My celestial observations were accompanied by an acoustic guitar sing-along on our neighbors' back porch tonight, creating an enjoyable if unusual atmosphere in which to watch the night sky. I was reminded a bit of those past summers at Bread Loaf.
I saw a falling star in less than five minutes and realize now that I should have made a wish on it for the Red Sox: Texas has since responded with three home runs of their own. Friday the 13th does not appear to be our star pitcher Josh Beckett's lucky day. But I'm happy nonetheless and look forward to going out to the back yard to rack up a few more wishes after the game.
Meteor shower:
Perseus tosses out stars,
each pitch a bright wish.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
August 11: Loon Birthday
When it's a special day, a birthday, it can sometimes seem like every good thing that happens is for your benefit. The universe revolves around you, celebrates your very existence. That's a good birthday.
Today is my mom's birthday, and while she was relaxing in a lawn chair out on her float on the river this morning, she got her gift: the two resident adult loons and their fuzzy brown chick approached within ten feet of her. My mom has been watching this baby loon's development since it was hatched, so it's virtually part of the family at this point. If she doesn't see it every day, she worries. The loons, of course, were wishing her a happy birthday. And the parents were teaching their youngster a lesson, catching a fish and dropping it in the water in front of the chick so it could learn how to catch fish for itself. The true gift was their letting my mother observe such intimate animal behavior up close.
Thankfully, the universe continues to revolve around Mom tonight, as the Red Sox, her favorite team (and mine), seem on their way to another victory versus Toronto.
A touching side note about my mother's birthday: when my sister told my four-year-old niece Fiona that today was Nanny's birthday, she burst into tears, upset that Nanny was "getting old and would die." My niece's universe revolves around my mother for sure!
Loon family visit--
river offers up this gift.
Happy birthday, Mom!
Today is my mom's birthday, and while she was relaxing in a lawn chair out on her float on the river this morning, she got her gift: the two resident adult loons and their fuzzy brown chick approached within ten feet of her. My mom has been watching this baby loon's development since it was hatched, so it's virtually part of the family at this point. If she doesn't see it every day, she worries. The loons, of course, were wishing her a happy birthday. And the parents were teaching their youngster a lesson, catching a fish and dropping it in the water in front of the chick so it could learn how to catch fish for itself. The true gift was their letting my mother observe such intimate animal behavior up close.
Thankfully, the universe continues to revolve around Mom tonight, as the Red Sox, her favorite team (and mine), seem on their way to another victory versus Toronto.
A touching side note about my mother's birthday: when my sister told my four-year-old niece Fiona that today was Nanny's birthday, she burst into tears, upset that Nanny was "getting old and would die." My niece's universe revolves around my mother for sure!
Loon family visit--
river offers up this gift.
Happy birthday, Mom!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
June 1: Night at Fenway
Midnight, and we just got back to my sister and brother-in-law's house from watching the Red Sox win a come-from-behind victory versus the Oakland A's. Despite thunderstorm warnings, we enjoyed a beautiful night--in a t-shirt on June 1!--with amazing field box seats looking right at home plate. It seemed like it was going to be an Oakland blow out, but then the Sox rallied in the sixth with Beltre's home run into the Monster seats and ended up winning 9-4. Also cool was the pedicab ride to and from Fenway. Our first cyclist was coincidentally the son of people my sister and I know in Maine; the second was a stand-up comedian in his free time (and apparently also on his bike).
Hot night at Fenway:
Beltre's belting made up for
Lackey lacking strikes.
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