I was confused until my mom used the word ‘honey,’ not in the good way the nickname ‘honey’ can be used. This was the down South, bless-your-heart type of ‘honey’ . . . and I knew then I had seriously let my mother down.
November is a hard month. November is a painful month.
We feel it’s our beginning, like we’ve been behind this door – hiding from people, ourselves, the world – and now we are opening it, stepping out. The future is ours now. We hold our future.
Foreshadowing? In all of the above moments? I cannot stop asking myself this….
This year marks a decade of me standing by my team. And that’s pretty special, pretty huge for me. But it’s not just me standing by the Red Sox; my team has stood by me. In each game of those ten years, they’ve made me want to gain more baseball knowledge than the previous year. It’s here the Red Sox taught me the most important lesson, too: Baseball is a symbol, standing for something larger. Baseball is not “just a sport.” Baseball is life.