• Posts Tagged ‘red sox’

    fall classic

    by  • October 26, 2013 • baseball, family, grief, poetry • 9 Comments

    forty-seven octobers ago i was eleven dad was thirty-nine and we lived in a shotgun apartment for missionaries who had come home from the field . . .   I didn’t know much about america, but I loved the boston red sox though we had never been to boston in the fall and I...

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    lenten journal: opening day

    by  • April 6, 2012 • Uncategorized • 1 Comment

    Ginger, Rachel, and I got up early to catch a flight from Love Field in Dallas back to Durham. The flight was fine, though the route required of us to stop in Austin and Nashville on the way. And all we did was stop. We never got off the plane. By the time we...

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    lenten journal: true colors

    by  • March 12, 2010 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    The whole scene arrived in the middle of a week when the story of the Prodigal Son is the lectionary passage, about as gift wrapped as a sermon illustration could be. Nomar Garciaparra, longtime and well-loved shortstop for the Boston Red Sox who was traded away, came home day before last, to retire. Though...

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    joy in mudville

    by  • February 12, 2009 • Uncategorized • 1 Comment

    Today is the day, baseball fans, when we hear the words we want to hear: “Pitchers and catchers, report.” And if you want to know one of the reasons I’m a Red Sox fan, I give you Kevin Youkilis, who just signed a multi-year deal and still showed up early to spring training. Go...

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    the cost of togetherness

    by  • August 1, 2008 • Uncategorized • 4 Comments

    I had just settled in at my table at Mad Hatter’s Bake Shop when Ginger and the news that Manny Ramirez had been traded by the Red Sox to the Dodgers (Manny’s playing for Joe Torre!) arrived at the same time. Over the past few days, Manny has made it clear he wanted out...

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    what april means

    by  • April 2, 2008 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    A poem is like a ball park(or is the park like a poem?):some precise measurements –the height of the mound,the length of the base paths,the size of the ball –yet each park is its own,each outfield shaped byGreen Monsters and shortporches; the rules apply andno two are exactly the same. The batter who can...

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    painting the town red sox

    by  • October 31, 2007 • Uncategorized • 5 Comments

    Here are the pictures of the Red Sox celebration in Boston today. I only had my camera phone, so the quality isn’t great and I didn’t get some shots, but here is our day in images (and a few words). We rode in on the train, along with every high school kid skipping school...

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    love that dirty water

    by  • October 30, 2007 • Uncategorized • 4 Comments

    Some time this summer, as it became apparent that the Red Sox had an amazing team, I said to Ginger, “Wouldn’t it be great if the Sox won the World Series as we were leaving New England.” Last night, as you may have heard, they obliged. For the second time in four years, our...

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