Day 9: Boston Day 2

Nothing in life is perfect.  We are all flawed in some way or another and it's how we manage those flaws that defines our existence.  Each day we live is flawed in some way or another, whether that one way is minuscule, it is still there.  Our happiness however...and really our definition of perfection, is dependent on the elimination of as many flaws as possible and the prominence of joy, content, love, or whatever good feeling we may have.  For me, today was perfect.  

More so and for longer for anything in my life outside of my immediate family, baseball has always been there.  It was there long before I was born and will be there long after I die.  All I am is a simple passenger riding through the annals of baseball history.  Tomorrow, the sun will rise and baseball will be played.  The same goes with the next day, and the day after that.  Games we be blended together and eventually, nobody will ever remember what happened on July 16, 2017...because life goes on.  

Whether or not you believe in destiny, fate, a higher being, or just coincidence, to each their own.   However, there is no doubt in my mind that I was supposed to be at Fenway Park on July 16, 2017.  My journey through all 30 major league baseball stadiums started when I graced this beautiful Earth with my presence on July 13, 1987 and it ended three days after my 30th birthday, marking 30 ballparks visited in 30 years.  Today, the Boston Red Sox defeated the New York Yankees at Fenway Park by the score of 3-0.  The deciding home run in the game was hit by Mookie Betts, a player who has a walk out song entitled "30 for 30."  Baseball, once again, showing humor and pure poetry by its obvious examples of coincidence.  

 

In 30 years, I will not remember what I had for breakfast today nor the number of blisters I have on my feet from this vacation.  I will not remember the brief squabble with my wife or the awful smell of garbage as we left our apartment.  I will not remember the name of the gentleman sitting behind me at the game or what seat I sat in.  I will not remember what I had to eat at the game or the names of many of the players playing in it.  But, just as God made green apples, baseball was there.  Two teams played and one team won.  That team was the Boston Red Sox.  It was perfection at Fenway Park, my final stadium.