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Today was their big day. Last Tuesday was mine. Today they dipped a toe in the splendid grass that covers Fenway. Tuesday I took the mound at the Y. Minor league kids who dreamed of this day doned their Lowell Spinner caps and made adjustments. Up until Tuesday I had been dreading/dreaming of coaching T-ball for my son some day. Today it all came together.
Was the baseball good at Futures at Fenway? Was it good at the Y with 4 and 5 year olds taking the field? Do I really need to answer either of those questions? All I know is that Sydney could ask me today why the runner stole second and the Fenway Franks tasted perfect. When my buddy Leo and I debated why stealing home on a passed ball on the fourth ball was ok, I am fairly certain Sydney at least had an inkling of what we were talking about. Maybe the guys behind us who was staying for the second game of to watch the Salem affiliate could answer us.
Sydney was willing to sit through the rain out and "watch the tarp." He even decided to shoot down the ride to our car, parked over as always by the "cheap lot" at BU so that we got get drenched. We drove home shirtless through a monsoon with class IV rapids on Route 9. It sure beat driving home from Pawtucket. If today wasn't an adventure, well hell, what is?
Alright. In case you haven't already guessed we both work in Cambridge. And while we love it with all of our hearts, the People's Republic just ain't NYC. Now that wasn't true when I was at NNHS and we hit the square every summer evening cruising like Coloradans revvin' their pickup engines down Main Street. For all intents and purposes, this event was the a late twenty-something version of the same thing, but this time it was for a gerat cause. CitySprouts. And we were ready to eat.
Now my best friend Foodie Mommy might argue that Cambridge got it going on in the culinary world, but you'll notice she sneaks off to the Apple every chance she gets. There was some good stuff here at the Taste, but it was point in case why being a Foodie in Beantown is tough. The boys? They didn't mind. They stuffed their faces. The girls? They didn't mind either, each ticket came with four glasses of beverage included.
For $50 (free for the kiddos) we got to surf Boston's finest. Lij particularly liked the fruit gazpacho. The higlight of the evening though was the message. The fine folks at City Sprouts have made an amazing garden with the staff, families and kids at my school. You should check them out. Even better throw them a few bucks (yeah, that cutie with the tomatoe is one of my boys). The evening reflected their excellent work all the way down to the compostable silverware. So if you are single and surfing and wanna help some kids get fresh veggies, check out the Taste of Cambridge and bring my boys for free.
After a lifetime of staying out of the Berkshires, we are back for pass two of three in less than six months. Needless to say, last time was in a foot of snow and a day of crazy downhill at Butternut. This time it was 90 degrees and we needed to cool down after a morning of horseback at Undermountain Farm. Yesterday we hit the lake, today we had our sights on the water slides. Bousquet is a local fav amongst the ski set. While Butternut was either too flat or steep, Bousquet seems to have made out better in the glacial age. This winter we will try out their 22 lovely trails. For now, we worked the mini-golf. Oddly enough, Sydney seems to like golf. Meemaw got him a set of "clubs" and he hacks away at home. After hacking away off the greens at Bousquet, we got bored at hole 15.
I can't believe he waited this long for the slides. The big kid/adult slides were tempting. I almost took a Dadbreak. Instead we watched in glee as Sydney shooshed down the kiddie slides. It brought me back to my summers in Jersey at Action Park or down on the coast at Wildwood (thankfully pre-"Situation", but still Jersey Shore baby). So I was delighted to see that the parking lot was full of Jersey plates. You can take the kids out of Jersey, but you can't take the Jersey out of your kids.
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