All day yesterday, a little girl in Boston was so excited to spend the next day with her Daddy. Her heart beat with pride as she took the note to her teacher excusing her from school the next day so that her father could take her to Fenway Park. "Daddy's taking me to the Red Sox game," she told her teacher, her classmates, and anyone else she could find to listen.
This morning, they drove in Daddy's car to the train station, and then took the T to Kenmore. She held Daddy's hand as they walked through the crowds in the Square and she saw all the other fans, the other little girls and boys with their Mommies and Daddies, the BU students milling about, and the drunks, addicts, and vagrants sitting on the streets, asking for change. Daddy pointed out the famous Citgo sign to her, and then her heart leaped when they crossed the David Ortiz Bridge over the Mass Pike, turned onto Lansdowne Street, and she saw Fenway Park in its own self for her very first time.
They ate hot dogs and peanuts, she leafed through the program, and they watched the game. The L.A. Angels scored four runs in the first inning, and the mood in the stadium (and Daddy's mood) turned sour. But then the Sox scored five runs that same inning and everything suddenly seemed joyful and fun again.
It was a see-saw after that. The Angels scored three more runs in the second inning, but the Sox tied it back up with two runs in the fourth. The Angels took another lead with a run in the top of the eighth, but the Sox came right back and tied in back up with a run in the bottom of that inning.
Then, in the bottom of the ninth, the score tied 9-9, one on and one out, Ceddanne Rafaela hit a two-run, walk-off homer 329 feet into right field, and the Sox won the game. She and Daddy and all the other fans in the ballpark were very, very happy and it was a very, very good day.
She forgot her souvenir program - it was left under the seat with all the stale beer and week-old popcorn - but on the entire trip back home on the T to the station and then in the car to the house, she could still hear the crack of Ceddanne's bat and the roar of the crowd as the ball left the field.
She loves her Daddy and her Daddy loves her so, so much and they both love their Red Sox, the greatest baseball team ever.
Yankees suck.