They play at least 162 games in a season, which makes the value of each one so small, but last night was the very first and after months surviving on other sports I allowed myself to watch it as if it were game 7 of the World Series. Plus it was against the Yankees. Beginning of Baseball season also means beginning of patio season, which is where I write this now and where we grilled last night, opening BBQ season with spicy kebabs v. spicy chicken (Daliente!); a great night of hanging out with friends watching The Sox deliver a crushing defeat to their defending champion rivals.
But wait there’s more! This weekend also included a visit from the Taylor Family, Antony Gormley and Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, making it an extra sweet spring kickoff!
Maybe life doesn’t suck…
No sweat.
(Keep the posts comin’. We look forward to them.)