Justin Masterson. The guy is 23- my age- and he was a goofball. My favorite part of the experience was that he felt like a peer- unless one grows up in Hollywood, i think it's kind of hard to realize, to grasp one's celebrity status at this young of an age. Justin and Meryl showed no signs of .. how should i put it... no signs of elite-hood or of elevated status. He wasnt exceedingly eloquent but i felt like he was honest and he spoke genuinely. He faltered with his words a few times, even- once, the first time it happened, a woman a few rows back from where I was sitting shouted out whatever word he was looking for, and he accepted it and kept going. The next time this happened, he was clearly trying to come up with the word "interpreted" (referring to Joseph, who had the gift of being able to interpret dreams) so after he had drawn a blank for a few seconds, i suggested the word and once again he humbly teased himself a bit because of his slight struggles and moved on.
if you want to listen, here's the link:
i know, sort of an abrupt ending to that little story. not much more to tell. just nice to have something else to tie me over until spring training. i think justin's style would have fit better at the Vineyard, since the V is less... academic/intellectual/traditional. But oh well! it was fine and i'm sure everyone loved having him.
baseball takes up about 33% of my thoughts/energy at present... and another 40% is too dramatic to even bother with here. that's why this will be a one-track blog for the time being, because the remaining percentage is work, sleep, and figuring out what to eat for meals/stopping myself from eating chocolate until i see Dustin Pedroia.
spring training begins in less than 3 days- well, that's a bit of a stretch, as all that will take place in t minus 3 days is pitchers and catchers reporting to camp. but by the time i get there (a week and a half until my first and very own vacation) the whole squad will be in the midst of their third practice as an entire team. the first thing i'm going to do when i touch down is run for the Sox's minor league complex.
a word on A-Rod: i realize i might have to backtrack in the future if there turns out to be more truth than has been exposed thus far; with that being said, i have nothing but compassion for A-Rod and i have never had the sort of hatred that pulses so deeply through the veins of most true Red Sox fans. i think that, again, if he is being fully upfront, that he is handling things admirably and short of never having touched the "substances" he couldnt do much better for himself. for crying out loud, the man was an emotional wreck in front of Gammons. (i talked to Peter Gammons face to face, one on one at a pre-event party about a month ago and ever since, it has been so surreal to see him on tv.) now there are lots of little counter arguments against A-Rod's case here, and if i hadnt spent a good chunk of my day defending A-Rod from a coworker who knows a thing or two about baseball (and also from one who doesnt really, but who was getting pretty heated over the whole conversation) i would detail all of my thoughts on the subject. As it is, i am exhausted from the topic because, come on, how unnatural is it for a Sox fan to spend any amount of time at all fiercely defending Alex Rodriguez?
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