{"id":3341,"date":"2012-07-23T12:44:51","date_gmt":"2012-07-23T16:44:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hoperoth.com\/blog\/?p=3341"},"modified":"2012-07-23T12:44:51","modified_gmt":"2012-07-23T16:44:51","slug":"that-lyric-little-bandbox","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hoperoth.com\/blog\/that-lyric-little-bandbox\/","title":{"rendered":"That Lyric Little Bandbox"},"content":{"rendered":"

Thirty years ago, when my Mom was pregnant with me, she went to a Red Sox game with my Dad. Not such a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I’ve always enjoyed telling people that I’ve been a Sox fan since I was in utero. I figured that I should give Gummy Bear that same opportunity.<\/p>\n

(Now I have to spend the next few years keeping the influences of her Yankee-loving Grandpa and Auntie Allison at bay or it will all have been for naught).<\/p>\n

Last Thursday, I went to Fenway with Kristian, my sister Allison, my brother-in-law Dustin<\/a>, my Mom and my Step-Dad. I guess you could say that I brought Gummy Bear along for the ride. I lured everyone into coming to the game with us with the promise of free hot dogs and sodas, which I could have sworn we were supposed to get with our tickets. Unfortunately, the free food was a lie. Good thing it was such a great night for baseball.<\/p>\n

I’ve always wanted to buy one of those “Future Red Sox Fan” maternity shirts and wear it to Fenway. Which, of course, means that there were none<\/em> to be found anywhere the week before the game. And trust me, I looked. I looked everywhere. I settled for a stretchy shirt in a size bigger than my normal medium and a long tank top underneath for modesty. I was feeling rather proud of myself for fitting into a regular sized shirt. That is, until Allison pointed out that the Sox logo on my shirt had pretty much disappeared into the cavern between my belly and my boobs.<\/p>\n

Oh well, I left the adorable stage of pregnancy weeks<\/em> ago.<\/p>\n

The game ended up going fairly quickly, what with the score remaining 0-1 until the very end and most innings ending after three quick outs. Not exactly exciting in terms of offense and not really a classic pitchers’ duel. But as someone who turns into a pumpkin sometime around 10pm most nights, I was vaguely appreciative of the fact that we weren’t there for one of those interminable 17 hour Sox\/Yankees battles. I am physically incapable of leaving a baseball game until the very last out.<\/p>\n

There were a few moments of excitement to keep us interested (bases loaded, two outs, three balls, two strikes – too bad the Sox couldn’t capitalize). Also, Kristian bought me an ice cream in a plastic baseball helmet. With jimmies<\/em>.<\/p>\n

At the very end of the game, Cody Ross hit a monster three-run walk-off homer. The whole park went crazy.<\/p>\n

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Sox Win!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

This kid had better love<\/em> baseball.<\/p>\n

I don’t know what I love more, the Red Sox winning or my Yankee fan of a sister pouting.<\/p>\n

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Your tears are exquisite<\/em>.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Considering the fact that we’re about a million games out of first place, I guess that’s more of a rhetorical question.<\/p>\n

Dustin and I pushed our way towards the field so that I could have him take a picture for posterity. A couple of drunk townies exchanged high-fives with me, asked if I’m having a boy or a girl and then said that, either way, we should name our baby Cody. And then they congratulated Dustin on his impending fatherhood. I had to explain that he’s not the daddy, he’s just my brother-in-law.<\/p>\n

Aw-kward<\/em>.<\/p>\n

You know what else is awkward? This picture of me.<\/p>\n

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In my defense, it was waaaay past my bedtime. Also, I really have swelled up like a balloon in this hot weather.<\/p>\n

I’m looking forward to taking Gummy Bear to all sorts of sporting events when she’s a little bit older. And, you know, not a fetus. In the meantime, I will most likely be watching all games at home with the AC on and my feet propped up on a stack of pillows.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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