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How does nearly a week go by without my even realizing it?  About twenty times a day I think “I need to go write something….” and then the thought is gone as quickly as it came.

So….the field trip.  From hell.  It wasn’t all bad - I will get to the good part in a minute - but it was too L-O-N-G.  The whole point of leaving so early, as I understood it, was to prevent the feeling of being rushed through the day - but it didn’t work.  We raced through our day and had a busload of tired, cranky kids (and parents!) on the way home. 

The best part of the day was this:

Our tour of Fenway Park.  Unfortunately, there was no chance I’d actually *see* Varitek since the team was in Baltimore.  But still.  We had a super tour guide named Ed.  Although we were not allowed on the field level, we still had a nice tour of the Right Field Roof deck, the luxury suites, the press box, the Green Monster, and the grandstand.  While in the press box, we were able to sit and listen to Ed tell us a lot of history about Fenway Park.  He would ask questions, and I knew almost every answer - he stopped picking me to answer after the first couple.  The only answer I didn’t know was the date Ted Williams hit his record home run.  I thought it was 1947 - turns out, it was 1946.  When the tour was over, I shook our guide’s hand and thanked him and he said “Stay such a good fan - you know everything!”  Of course, the Diva rolled her eyes dramatically which made him laugh.

Two new facts I learned about Fenway:  The color of the Green Monster, literally named Green Monster Green, is trademarked and not available for purchase by anyone outside of a handful of Fenway employees.  Although there is a color available for general purchase that comes close, Fenway Green, it is not exactly the same.  Fact number two:  Tom and Jean Yawkey had their initials in morse code painted on two of the vertical white lines on the scoreboard.  I tried taking a picture of them but since I’m not allowed to use the “good camera” unless surrounded by mattresses and pillows (due to my um, lack of grace), I had to use the old outdated model that doesn’t zoom for crap.  So it really just looks like I was taking a picture of the scoreboard.  I can see the little dashes and dots on the white lines but only because I know what to look for and where.  Anyone else?  Not so much.

Here is the Diva (the blonde one) looking less than thrilled to be sitting on the Green Monster:

Sometimes I wonder how this non-baseball lover could be my child?!  I mean, I WAS under general anesthesia when she was born…and because there was no coaching to be done under the circumstances, her dad wasn’t in the delivery room either.  If it wasn’t for the fact that she’s like me IN EVERY OTHER WAY, I think I might have a case against the hospital.

After Fenway, it was on to The Museum of Science.  This is when our scheduling took a turn for the worse.  Eat lunch on the bus.  Have about 45 minutes in the museum before all meeting up for the electricity show.  Have another hour or so before meeting up again for the show in the Omni Theater.  Then about another hour before boarding the bus for the return trip home.  It just wasn’t enough time to see all there is to see in the museum.  I was in charge of two girls - the Diva and one of her friends - and they wanted to see it all!  We raced here and there and back to here - until I suggested that perhaps it would be a better use of their time to see everything they wanted to on one floor before moving on to the next.  When we got back on the bus, I heard conversations between the kids consisting of alot of “DId you see…?”  “No, but did you see…?”  “No, where was that?”.  It made me realize just how much EVERYONE seemed to miss, but they were so pressed for time that there was no avoiding it, I guess.

In  other news:  The Captain got his first little league hit.  His first hit not pitched by a coach in Farm League.  His first hit that got him on base.  Where was I, you ask?  Doing my time in the snack shack.  Every parent has to do 6 innings in the concession stand.  Our team chooses to do 3 innings at a time so we don’t miss a whole game.  I did the first three innings of the game, and got back to my chair at the top of the 4th, to see my son standing on first base.  Jokingly I said “Oh no - my kid’s on base - did he get hit again?”  I was assured by the other parents that he did not, but no one gave me any other information.  In fact, MY SON didn’t even tell me until later that evening.  He had waited so long to tell me, and he is somewhat of an imp, that I didn’t even believe him at first!  His coach, our pharmacist, did re-tell the story when he saw the Postman in the store the next day so I guess I have to admit that I did indeed miss his big moment.  Yet another example of how I rock.

This is what happens when I don’t write for so long…so I’ll end for now.

Hope all is good in your worlds!

All mothers are working mothers. ~Author Unknown

Tomorrow is the 6th grade Boston trip.  Complete with a tour of Fenway!  The Diva and I will be up at 4:00AM for a 5:30 departure, and back home at 10:00PM tomorrow night.

Details to follow!

This is the Captain being hit by a pitch - AGAIN!  I really need to teach that kid to duck!  This time it was on the back part of his arm, near his shoulder.  It was actually warm to the touch after it happened.  So he took his base - and stole second again.  After being hit, his team rallied and ended up winning 14-12.  His coach gave him a game ball for “Taking one for the team”. 

I had a really nice Mother’s Day.  The Diva painted a plant pot for me and The Captain made me a very cool glass trivet. 

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you!

Any mother could perform the jobs of several air traffic controllers with ease.  ~Lisa Alther

The Red Sox Ring ceremony is on right now.

I’m crying like a baby.

‘Nuff said.

We know we’re idiots, we know we’re cowboys, but we also know we’re world champions.

~Upon sweeping the Cardinals in the 2004 World Series
10/27/04
Johnny David Damon
Boston Red Sox
CF

World Series game 4

Colorado.

8:00PM EST

Red Sox 4, Rockies 3!

RED SOX WIN THE 2007 WORLD SERIES, SWEEPING THE COLORADO ROCKIES IN 4 GAMES!

World Series Game 3.

Colorado.

8:00PM EST.

Red Sox 10. Rockies 5.

Red Sox lead series 3 games to zero.

World Series Game 2

Fenway.

8:00PM.

Red Sox, 2. Rockies, 1.

Sox lead series 2-0.

On to Colorado!

World Series Game #1.

Fenway.

8:00PM.

Sox 13, Rox 1. Beckett rocked and the Sox offense was en fuego!

Sox lead series 1-0

The Postman and I took the Captain and the Diva to a Red Sox game last week. Not just any Red Sox game; it was against the Yankees. Baseball’s longest standing, fiercest rivalry. We are a Red Sox family, through and through. We have the jerseys that say “I support two teams…the Red Sox and whoever beats the Yankees.” I refer to Bucky Dent as “Bucky f***ing Dent”. I rarely utter the name Buckner.

So we left Maine in the wee hours of the morning to make the trek to Revere to ride the T into the city. I in my Tek jersey, the Captain in his Tek t-shirt, the Diva in her Papi shirt, and the Postman in a Sox t-shirt with no allegiance to any specific player (he’s a Mirabelli fan….sigh). We arrived at Fenway and were happily making our way to our seats. As we walked through the concourse, I passed Bobby Abreau. (Side note: I don’t have a specific dislike for BA…he was just recently traded to the Yanks and hasn’t had time to truly piss me off. Plus, he was the Homerun Derby champ last year. So it was a tad exciting to see him strolling through the crowd.) I yelled to the Postman who was a few steps ahead of me and the Captain. The Postman turned to look but didn’t see him. He might even have questioned whether it really was Bobby Abreau or not. Until…he turned back around to keep walking then turned back to say “Here comes Jorge Posada.” (Side note # 2: I dislike George more than any other Yankee player. Nothing personal. Maybe because he’s a catcher and so is Tek…I dunno. A-Rod is a close second on my dislike list what with getting all up in Tek’s face.) However, upon hearing the news that Jorge was heading toward us, I leaned down close to my son’s ear, told him who Jorge was, and pointed him out. To his credit, Jorge gave my son a little nod when he saw us looking at him. I straightened up to continue on our way…and was literally smack dab in front of Derek Jeter. About a foot away. “Oh my God, it’s Derek Jeter!” was the most intelligent thing I came up with to say. He gave a slight smirk and kept walking. I’m sure his thought was “Stupid, hick Red Sox fans.” Needless to say…the Postman has not let me forget about my excitement over seeing three Yankees players up close. I try to pass it of as regard for their status as athletes regardless of what team they play for, but that has not cut it with him. In his book, I am now a Derek Jeter fan. So I had to boo extra loudly every time he was anounced during the game…hehehe.

Red Sox nation, that is.

http://mlb.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/article.jsp?ymd=20060801&content_id=1587773&vkey=news_bos&fext=.jsp&c_id=bosOk…so I’m not gonna lie. He is easy on the eyes. But beyond that…there is no catcher better prepared for a game, no catcher that can gear up the pitching staff like he can. Admittedly, I am one of those rabid Sox fans. Even more than that, I am a rabid Tek fan. Have been since the beginning; I’m not one of those female bandwagoners that just jumped on a few years ago when he started to make a name for himself in Boston, so don’t even go there with me. And this RSF cannot fathom the Sox making it into the post season with Tek being out for the next 4 to 6 weeks. I hope I am overreacting. I am apt to do that at times. Just ask the Postman.

“I think there are only three things America will be known for 2,000 years from now when they study this civilization: the Constitution, jazz music, and baseball.” ~ Gerald Early