So, whether you’re at Fenway tonight or just dreaming about it from your living room, know this: baseball is a beautiful, ridiculous, imperfect game. It’s about 80s nights and soggy hot dogs, about strangers high-fiving over a home run, and about the hope that maybe, just maybe, this is our year. Fenway is more than a ballpark—it’s a time capsule of joy, where every pitch is a chance to smile.
Go out there, grab a beer, cheer your lungs out, and don’t forget to dance when “Sweet Caroline” hits that “bah bah bah” part. Life is short, and the Sox are playing tonight. Soak it in, friend. Play ball! ⚾️
