New Glasses

I'm thinking about getting new glasses sometime this summer. The kind without frames. I just hope that I do not clumbsily break them. It's funny how a pair of glasses, one day, suddennly doesn't work anymore. Or maybe they just have too much attached meaning to 2001-2005, and you want to file them away. In other news - I journeyed with my father back to Fenway Park. Every piece of minutiae of the game was brought to you by someone. The wave weakly made its way around the park, through the crisp night air - the new monster seats acting as a human conduit between the inhabitants of the left grandstand and the bleachers, a sea of blue and red. I remember how excited I was about the wave when I was in 8th grade. Now - I just raised my arms, and throught about all the guys happy to have a night off from responsibility. Something did break through the forced nostalgia and myriad sponsorship activities: (the first pitch was hurled by the area manager of the mortgage company that is sponsoring the all-star ballots - he drew tepid applause) a 400+ lb man streaked shirtless from left field during a late inning. A guard started charging from right field and I felt that a high speed collision was about to happen - and that the guard might be the worst for it. Remembering the laws of physics from high school - the guard slowed up as he reached the seemingly jolly man who was flopping all over the place. He led him back from where he came to the cheers of the hometown fans. The Red Sox lost to the Orioles 8-3. I was most fascinated by the anthroplogical study of people migrating down to better seats as the game wore on and people took off. A slight trepidation - and then a hurried wave to their girlfriend - and a slide into the newly vacated red molded plastic field seats from the blue wooden plank antiquity of the grandstand seats above. Boston - in its beer induced buzz was scrambling to be closer, to get better real estate - to flock to the bright lights of the sponsored field, as the John Hancock and Budweiser cursive letterforms shone bright against the dull gray sky, and the gathered throngs sang off key to the familiar rally cry.

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