Today was one of those perfect days. Sunday was a sublime balance between mid-stride on the wide open road of a three-day weekend, some rigorous tennis, time well spent with friends, spectacular weather and an equally fabulous, improbable Red Sox win.
Just about this time of year a switch gets flipped in Richmond, VA that generally turns the former capital of the Confederacy into a sickeningly hot and humid soup. In these parts Memorial Day weekend can turn into a swampy precursor to a summer that obliterates all hope of cool weather until at least October. This week and and particularly this weekend, the tables were turned.
It has been in the 40s overnight and low to mid-70s with zero percent humidity during the day; the kind of scenario that healthily waters my New England roots. The fans at Fenway Park had their own foul water to contend with over the past two days. The good news is that the Nation and the Sox rose above the elements and were rewarded for their efforts against a hot Cleveland Indians team.
When Jacoby Ellsbury stroked a left-center field power alley double to climax a dramatic ninth inning Boston come back, I am certain our just moved in neighbors agreed that they lived next door to a crazy man. After being glued to my MLB app listening to the conclusion, I jumped, clapped, hollered and ran into the house to tell my family. From the looks on their faces I could tell they clearly recognized the scenario. Yes, the Red Sox won. Now go away and grill the rest of the meal.
Like I said, today was a great day.