SO I go to school in Boston.
My college campus is 20 feet from Fenway Park.
I was born and raised in the state of New York.
I found myself very conflicted on Easter Sunday, as I enjoyed the rays of sunshine in Boston Common, surrounded by the interesting paradox of the 2 religions represented throughout Boston. There were those practicing the teachings of Jesus, dressed in their Easter Sunday, Church-going finest. And then there were the faithful Sox fans, who donned Red Sox gear from head to toe, preparing for the OPENING DAY “Sox-Yanks” game that night in Fenway.
Friends of mine waited on line for tickets to the game- I passed. Sox- Yanks? Opening Day? Turns out they actually got ticket vouchers, which they sold at a profit and I regretted not tagging along. But I was laying in the Boston Common sunshine, people-watching per usual, smiling in the grass on the most BEAUTIFUL day.
I love the fact that on the same day that many are remembering the resurrection of CHRIST, most of this city is AMPED on the resurrection of the RED SOX.
The Red Sox ARE Boston’s Christ. The Sox are this city’s leader, and the entire city practices the teachings of the Red Sox. Sinners= Yankees. Church= Fenway. Christmas= World Series?
It was a fun game to watch, for athletically oblivious me. Watched it with good friends and LOVE THE ENERGY IN THIS CITY DURING BASEBALL SEASON, excited for the next 2 games, and April, you’re awesome.