Take Me Out to the Ballgame!
Despite what you might think, it’s not all knitting all the time here at Chez Lolly. I do occasionally get out of the house and have adventures. One such occurred just Tuesday night, when I went to see a Red Sox game!
Now, I will admit that in general, sports don’t really do it for me. I come from a very sporty family, and have been to far more than my fair share of sporting events, but I enjoy neither playing nor watching them in general. However, a trip to Fenway Park is an entirely different matter. It’s a lot smaller than you expect it to be, for a professional sports stadium, and charming. There’s a whole experience associated with a trip there, from the Fenway franks (delicious!) and fried dough to the seventh inning stretch and singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” It’s a lot of fun, and in the midst of a section of rabid, screaming fans, you can get surprisingly into sports!
Unfortunately, my phone decided to EAT some of the pictures I took. Fortunately all but two had multiple copies, but I’m still really mad. So, imagine that along with these other photos, there are two really good, really photogenic pictures of me and Greg with the baseball field in the background.
Here’s at least one picture of the co-conspirators.
And I did manage to salvage one of the park as well. Look!
There’s this nice perk of my job where I can go to Fenway the day of any game, and half an hour after the first pitch, I can buy two tickets wherever they’re available for $5 each. It’s awesome. Granted, these weren’t the greatest seats ever, but we could see the game well enough.
Aaaaand, just when you thought that this post would be completely devoid of knitting content, I will proceed to prove you wrong. Look!
I brought my current project with me to the game, not that it got much attention. It was an exciting game! The Red Sox absolutely crushed the Rangers. (I had mixed feelings about this, having lived in Texas for a while, but you can’t go to Fenway Park and not cheer for the Sox.) That black lump in my lap is actually an alpaca shawl/scarf thing that is going to be for Christmas. Greg thought that you couldn’t see it well enough, so here I am holding it up higher.
It was a really fun time, and the shawl is happy to report that it enjoys sports much more than I do. Unfortunately, it was offended by being stuffed in a backpack for most of the game, and would have you all know that this was grossly unfair treatment, since it wanted to watch. It is still sulking in my knitting basket after this indignity.
Despite the fact that it is totally exaggerating (I let it sit on my lap for part of the game, I just didn’t want to get mustard or powdered sugar on it from the hotdogs and fried dough, respectively.) I bought it some new needles today, as it was outgrowing the ones it was on. It was slightly placated, but wan’t me to feel its displeasure for a little while longer. Temperamental little bit of business, that.
(Am I the only one who ascribes thoughts and personality to my knitting?)