I’m a born and bred Red Sox fan. As a child, my dad would take me to a game once a year as a special outing. Even today, on the rare occasion I attend a game at Fenway, the feeling I get when I walk up the ramp and see the first sight of that green field….well it truly defines the experience for me. That first glimpse is the thrill of seeing a celebrity you’ve long admired.
Now that I’m back in New England, Red Sox games on TV are completely accessible to me. I don’t watch every game, or even all of any game, very often (unlike New England Patriots games which I feel morally obligated to see!). But I do enjoy checking in from time to time most nights a game is on. Last night’s TV options were pretty slim, so I had the game on while I surfed on the couch. Boston playing Cleveland at home. Curt Schilling pitching for the Sox. Curt will always hold a special place in my heart, and in many of us in Red Sox Nation for what he did in the 2004 ALCS series versus the NY Yankees. Last year Curt had a rough year, but he’s doing fairly well this year, and last night he was really on his game. I only saw about an inning or so of him – he came out after the 7th inning – but he must have been in my head.
Last night he was a co-worker at my job during the day, a pitcher with the Sox at night. And he was flirting shamelessly with me, and I right back with him. In real life, of course, Curt is happily married and is not even someone I’m consciously attracted to. But can I tell you how much fun it was to flirt with him in my dreams! I actually woke up feeling happy – all over a fantasy flirt with a sports figure. Now, go figure!