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.