Today marked the day we print out the Red Sox schedule and start to make plans for the upcoming season. Although we reside in the Central Time Zone, we live on Red Sox time. What this means is we look at the schedule and mark down when we can go on our annual trip to Texas to see the Red Sox, we mark out spaces on our calendar for the Red Sox day games so we can be sure to be home from work, and we have marked down the date to set our alarm clock for the opening day game in Japan. In essence, from April to October, we set our lives on the Red Sox clock.
We do our grocery shopping on Saturday morning to be sure to be home by the Saturday afternoon day game. The grass gets mowed on Sunday afternoons if the Sox have a night game then, but if they have a day game, the grass gets mowed afterwards. On Red Sox off days we schedule the housework and the maintenance on the cars.
Even the smaller routine things are measured on Red Sox time. For example, if my wife asks when was the last time I changed the oil in her car, I can tell her, "It was between the Twins series and the series with the Orioles", and she knows instantly when it was done. My son has learned that it is bath time right after they sing God Bless America during the 7th inning stretch(unless the Sox are playing on the west coast). The time he spends in the bath is measured in outs. He has the choice of 3, 6, or 9 outs. He says, "I want nine outs tonight", that would mean he gets out of the bath at the start of the ninth inning. He also knows that he should have his PJ's on before Papelbon takes the mound. He routinely yells out from his room while trying to put on his pajamas, "Is Papelbon out yet?" And he knows that immediately after Papelbon gets the last out, that it is nighttime. It is like clockwork, as soon as the game ends, he says goodnight to us and gives us kisses and he knows to go to bed.
The trouble is when we are losing and Papelbon doesn't come in. We have to get creative and say that Papelbon is sick so tonight we get Tavarez or Donnelly. I think that he knows though that on the games Papelbon doesn't pitch, we end up losing. Sometimes I hear him say, "I sure hope Papelbon is not sick so we can win!"
If, for whatever reason, we are stuck out somewhere and are missing the game, my wife never asks what time it is. She just asks me, "What inning do you think they are in?" and then she says we should make it home in an inning or two.
Even on a grander scale, we still live on Red Sox time. Anything before 2004 is called BC (before championship). So if she holds up a picture and asks me when it was taken, I immediately check to see if it is BC, and I say, "that was taken before we won, around 2BC", and she knows instantly that I am talking about 2002.
During the game, my wife and I also live on Red Sox time. When my wife asks when I am going to take out the trash, I tell her, "In three more strikes" and she knows that if Wakefield is pitching she might as well take it out.
She even lives on Red Sox time as well. During the game, if she has to run out to get some snacks, she says, "I'll be back in 2 innings" and I know that she'll be back in about 30-45 minutes.
This is the best time of the year. We set our clocks to Red Sox time!
We do our grocery shopping on Saturday morning to be sure to be home by the Saturday afternoon day game. The grass gets mowed on Sunday afternoons if the Sox have a night game then, but if they have a day game, the grass gets mowed afterwards. On Red Sox off days we schedule the housework and the maintenance on the cars.
Even the smaller routine things are measured on Red Sox time. For example, if my wife asks when was the last time I changed the oil in her car, I can tell her, "It was between the Twins series and the series with the Orioles", and she knows instantly when it was done. My son has learned that it is bath time right after they sing God Bless America during the 7th inning stretch(unless the Sox are playing on the west coast). The time he spends in the bath is measured in outs. He has the choice of 3, 6, or 9 outs. He says, "I want nine outs tonight", that would mean he gets out of the bath at the start of the ninth inning. He also knows that he should have his PJ's on before Papelbon takes the mound. He routinely yells out from his room while trying to put on his pajamas, "Is Papelbon out yet?" And he knows that immediately after Papelbon gets the last out, that it is nighttime. It is like clockwork, as soon as the game ends, he says goodnight to us and gives us kisses and he knows to go to bed.
The trouble is when we are losing and Papelbon doesn't come in. We have to get creative and say that Papelbon is sick so tonight we get Tavarez or Donnelly. I think that he knows though that on the games Papelbon doesn't pitch, we end up losing. Sometimes I hear him say, "I sure hope Papelbon is not sick so we can win!"
If, for whatever reason, we are stuck out somewhere and are missing the game, my wife never asks what time it is. She just asks me, "What inning do you think they are in?" and then she says we should make it home in an inning or two.
Even on a grander scale, we still live on Red Sox time. Anything before 2004 is called BC (before championship). So if she holds up a picture and asks me when it was taken, I immediately check to see if it is BC, and I say, "that was taken before we won, around 2BC", and she knows instantly that I am talking about 2002.
During the game, my wife and I also live on Red Sox time. When my wife asks when I am going to take out the trash, I tell her, "In three more strikes" and she knows that if Wakefield is pitching she might as well take it out.
She even lives on Red Sox time as well. During the game, if she has to run out to get some snacks, she says, "I'll be back in 2 innings" and I know that she'll be back in about 30-45 minutes.
This is the best time of the year. We set our clocks to Red Sox time!
1 comment:
It's time for a blog update... whas the matta??? Youse got some writer's block??? I've just been to YANKEE home territory and they are getting it down for the upcoming season. Youse got the energy-addicted Sean "The Mayor" Casey on the team - Papi and him have been buds from way back. How will this make the Sox play out this season? The Sox have gotta be sharp to rival the Yanks this year again - get the hype up on this site!!! -Sox Boy's Mom here
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