Last week was skeery hot. And while it is cooler here, the humidity does not seem to have let up much. The air is like oatmeal.
It's got fiber in it.
Anyway - aside from a phone screen and a lovely mammogram, my main activity of the week was going to the Red Sox game on the 20th. This was utterly unexpected - someone at Mr. j's office had tickets he was giving away. We sat on the left-field line.
And it was HOT.
Not just hot, but HOT.
Now, I love baseball, and I love the Red Sox and I love Fenway Park. Plus they shellacked Miami and we saw David Ortiz hit a grand slam.
This was all excellent.
Except that, at about 9:50 PM, I checked the temperature by opening up my phone.
And it was still 95 degrees.
Boo, hiss, we left early. Neither of us had ever done that before, but there really wasn't any point in watching them continue the shellacking (when we left, it was 13 - 4. The final score was 15 - 5) as we wilted.
But - despite the monster heat and all of that, there is a connection to this journey, you see. And the connection is the seats.
The seats at Fenway are narrow. Even in the newer sections, they are pretty damned small.
And you can always tell who's too big for Fenway. Those people, regardless of what's happening on the field, they are perched, seemingly expectantly, on the edge of their seats. But it's not home runs or pitchers' duels that keep them from only using 10% of the real estate they have paid for. Rather, they are only using that much because their hips do not fit.
Back in 2006, we went for the first time. And this was about three months before I said "Enough is enough!" and started losing weight. I was easily at my highest, so that's 346 pounds.
I was one of the perchers then.
I loved the game and loved the experience. Hated perching. Hated feeling that the park was not for me. Hated feeling like I was almost an imposter, there because somehow, despite my bulk, I had sneaked in.
But no longer.
I may fret these days about maintenance regain. And believe me, I do. But I no longer feel out of place there.
We'll return later in the summer, for my birthday.
Go Sox, and go YOU.