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Love, Baseball, and History

Let me begin with a greeting to the 30pov writers and readers. I hope to add yet another unique voice to the lineup here and get people talking (or angry, which has always been a skill of mine).

With that said, on to the topic at hand. “Of Historical Significance.”

I think the thing I find most interesting about “history” is how certain happenings in your life can become inextricably tied to certain events   Let me use a personal example: The 2004 Boston Red Sox.

Anyone who has known me for more than five minutes knows that I’m a massive Boston sports fan.  My mood can be determined at any given time in relation to the fortunes of the Sox, Celtics or Patriots. (There’s not much else to do in the ass end of Connecticut, unless you like to gamble). And the whole experience was defined by one constant: When it counts, the Sox lose. I always expected to be one of those fans who would live to be ninety without ever seeing my baseball team reach the top of the mountain, sitting in a nursing home going on and on about the Curse of the Bambino.

So, with that said, it stands to reason that the Sox playoff run in October ‘04 should have been the greatest moment in my life as a fan. And it was, to a point. But, at the same time I had just entered into a relationship.  Ah, young love.  Boy meets girl.  Nothing beats it.

I feel like a little context is necessary here. I’m not what anyone would call a “serial dater.”  I’ve been in three relationships in thirty-two years, always hoping that each one will be “it” and I’ll be done looking.

Anyway, we started dating on the night of Game Four of the ALCS against the Yankees. Hell, I agreed to go on the date because I figured the Sox had no chance to win, being down three games to none against their nemesis, and I had no desire to watch their last game. I only missed the start of the greatest comeback in all of sports.  Still kicking myself about that one.

So then January of ’05 rolls around. This girl dumps me, deciding after three months with me, she preferred women. I suppose if I had more dating experience at the time, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. I could have laughed it off, said something like, “Hey, it’s college. These things happen.”   Instead, my self-esteem was destroyed.  On top of the usual recriminations that come with sudden breakups like this, I was asking myself what was so wrong with me that she didn’t want to be with men anymore?

It became difficult for me to think of the euphoria of watching that bullshit “curse” disappear without thinking of the hurt I had suffered shortly afterward.   All because she happened to be in the room when I watched the clinching game of the World Series…timing’s a bitch, eh?

For most of the last six years, I’ve had the specter of that bad breakup hanging over my memories of those games.  When the Red Sox won again in 2007, my first thought was “Yes, a championship without baggage!”

Recently, I’ve fallen in love with someone else, and we’re very happy. Since then, I’ve been able to look back on my memories of ’04 more positively, because the hurt from the previous relationship doesn’t really matter anymore. I remember reading a lot of interviews with members of the ’04 Sox. A lot of them said they wanted to be treated like any other baseball team, not one that’s somehow fated to lose. That’s what those memories are for me now, just another set of games.

If I had let my negative experiences with other women jade me entirely, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I guess my point is that history itself is mutable, not the hard and fast thing most people believe it is. Embrace your present and future for what they are, not for what your past tells you they have to be.

15 responses to “Love, Baseball, and History”

  1. Avatar tee says:

    Being a Leaf's fan, I understand your pain – and the belief that I'll be sitting in my rocking chair at 90 saying "Damn them for winning the last time before I was born"! And yes – its funny how historical events can be forever trapped in your mind, and remind you of the people you were with.
    Welcome from the crazy writers – welcome aboard!

  2. Wait… Sox fan, dating lesbians… are you…… me?
    Welcome to the site, me!

  3. Avatar Kate says:

    Connecticut, eh? Those are my old stomping grounds, too. Glad to have you with us!

  4. Avatar lee lee says:

    World Series 2004: Certainly one of those "where were you when" moments… I wonder if all those people that made babies that night would agree with you that history is mutable. ha ha!

    • Avatar The Tailor says:

      It's the Boston sports equivalent of "Where were you when JFK was shot?" Except with much happier results. unless you're a Yankee fan. 🙂

  5. Avatar me13 says:

    Baseball, Love, Connecticut and Lesbians….ain't nothin' better!

  6. brian mcgill brian mcgill says:

    John all i can say about that is you should have watched game four, im sorry but no piece of ass could ever beat that moment for me.It plays on NESN every so often, i doubt YES has ever had it on.I say watch it sometime, with your new friend , unless she is a yankee fan.Oh and GO SOX.

    • Avatar The Tailor says:

      Don't worry, Brian, I have the DVDs of those games and have since watched Game Four. My new girlfriend isn't really into sports, but is from Long Island, from a family of Yankee fans. Thanks for the read.

  7. Avatar WreckedUm says:

    I…hate…professional sports. I grew up in Philadelphia, where the city tends to burn to the ground whenever a team wins…anything. I'm in the suburbs now, but the Philly sports beliefs and rhetoric still abound, with body painting, bumper stickers, violence, drunkenness, and the science and study of "tailgating" constantly reminding me of the steroid-ed-up Philly sports culture. But the passion, the hope, the enjoyment…These intrigue me. In the same way racism, hatred and religion intrigue me. The things people are passionate to the point of reverence for…ready to yell for, argue for, fight for…I don't get it, but I enjoy reading about it.

  8. Avatar The Tailor says:

    Wrecked-um, I can see why growing up in the Philly area might have scarred you in relation to sports,, and I also agree that the whole "fan phenomenon" is an interesting one to look at. I think, in some case, what gets me is that rationally and logically, I know that cheering for a bunch of ridiculously paid athletes because they wear certain shirts on the field is ridiculously silly…but I can't stop doing it.

  9. Avatar Myong Waiden says:

    Totally love the redsox – despite recent decisions:-)

    • Avatar The Tailor says:

      I agree with tbat, other than the Lackey deal, it feels like they're backing off, as if now trhat the Yankees are back on top, they're content to be also rans again…ugh

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The Tailor, John to his friends, is 32 years old, and always sees the value in being underestimated. He hopes to someday write the greatest science fiction novel ever conceived by man, but has to actually have the idea first. The Tailor is an avowed Trekkie, in case you didn't get the handle reference.

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