Then I moved to Boston. First for college, now for real life. In college, The games were still great. Heck, 8pm was still 15 hours before my first class at 11am. I was still in a fantasy land.
Then, real life but. Sunday's wernt as fun anymore, and the Sunday night game wasn't quite as common. Sure I would tune in if the Braves were playing or I needed a win from my fantasy pitcher, but it wasn't an every week thing anymore....
...and that has made it kind of special.
Last week, in Sunday night. I attended the Red Sox-Yankees Sunday night game. It was my first since probably 2011 and I was pumped.
The crowd was too. It was game 2 of a Double Header. The Sox had lost earlier in the day and their lead dwindled to 1.5 games. It was Price vs Tanaka. Betts vs Judge. It was going to be a showdown.
The specifics of the game aren't that important. The Sox won 3-0 in a close game with a lot of intensity. Jackie Bradley Jr robbed Aaron Judge of a homerun with one of the better catches I've ever seen live and the Kimbrel closed it out with 2 on in the 9th.
But that was the least important part. It was more fun going to the game with my dad. Sitting behind the dugout, enjoying a beer, having a laugh and doing an uncountable amount of "would you rather". The lateness and rarity added to the fun, as it's a game time neither of us are used to seeing. In the end, I appreciate the late start, The rarity, and the fun I got to have on a late Sunday night.
One piece of advice, but an extra shot in that coffee on Monday AM.
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