Not to bring personal issues on to this forum, but it's been a rough week, been trying to be there for a friend of mine who's Dad was very ill, a lot of long conversations and trying to comfort him at this time.
Late last night I got the email I've been dreading.............
"People downplay the purpose of sports, but I can attest first hand for the last week that the Red Sox have brought joy and comfort to my father and family. My father passed tonight shortly after the Red Sox game - mostly he was unware of anything at this point but mom had the game on in the hospital and we both believe he waited till the end of the game tonight.
He loved the Red Sox (and all Boston sports) - and when he was still aware earlier this week the biggest smiles were when I came to visit him and when I told him all about the Red Sox beating the Rays. And my mom, who tirelessly spent every day at the hospital, was so excited when the Sox walked off the win against the Rays the other night. It was a brief moment of respite from a difficult time.
So thank you Red Sox. Miss you Dad."
What a kick in the ***.
This is the beauty of sports, specifically baseball, Al can probably speak better to this than I can, but it ties generations together, Grandfathers pass the love of the game to their children and grandchildren, who then pass it down to their children, like my Mom's Father, my Greek Grandfather. He LOVED the Red Sox............and baseball. He gave that love of the sport to me and also my Uncle Peter, my Mom's brother, he was a peach of a man, he came here in the Summer of 1975 and spent two months here, he took me to about 6 Red Sox games, I grew to love the Red Sox that year and was heartbroken when they lost the WS to the Reds.
My Grandfather died in 1976, 6 months after that WS, my uncle Peter called me after game 7 of the 2003 ALCS and how they blew that game and the series, he went on a comical rant over it................he died in December of 2003.
When the Red Sox won it all in 2004, they were the first two people I thought of, me and my Mom had a good cry over them both being gone and not being able to see them win it all, I'm getting choked up now just thinking about it.
I know some of you fellas feel the same way about the sport and how it ties families and generations together.
At the end of the day, it's just sports and anyone who takes sports ultra seriously needs to get a ****ing life; that said, it does give us joy and entertainment, but again, most of all, it's one of the ties that bind.
Sorry for the long post, but even though I knew this was coming, it still sucks.