For the first time, tomorrow, I’m going to a Red Sox game.
I’m excited. Really excited. I fell like this is what I’ve been preparing for all this time. This experience.
I’ve read about the history of baseball. I’ve watched documentaries and news clips and autobiographies and biographies and articles. I’ve watched it live and taped and listened to it on the radio. I’ve met (briefly) old players and walked along the infield and even sat in the dugout at Fenway.
And now, just now, I’m going to go to a game.