My husband and the Boston Red Sox have been synonymous from the first time I met him over 43 years ago. Year after year, he has rooted for the Sox. Year after year, day after day, the cap he has worn was the Boston Red Sox cap. His father before him was also a fan. From the time my son, Chad, donned his first ballcap, it was always a blue cap with a red B that dressed his head.
Never ever did they switch teams. Never ever did they care who else won. They were forever loyal to their team. I don't know how many Red Sox caps my husband has been through. Every year Chad bought his dad a new cap for his birthday. He bought one in 2004 when Boston won their first World Series in my husband's lifetime. That was the last year Chad got his dad a cap. My son's were so aged by constant wearing that each dark blue cap faded into a salty-grey and was tattered and torn. They bespoke his love for the team he finally got to see win the World Series the year before he died.
Tonite the Red Sox won the pennant and will play in the 2007 World Series. It is so exciting to see this happen again--to hope, to dream, to remember the joy these two men shared in this New England team. This year my husband will share in the joy with his sixteen-year-old grandson, Ryan, who also wears the beloved cap. Ryan is always hiding his from his mom, so she can't wash it. What is it about a dirty cap that is so special? Whatever it is, I think it is something all women everywhere should honor.
I don't know exactly what it is about a baseball team, men, and ballcaps that creates such a bond. The loyalty they own even when their team is not on top is something akin to a mother's heart for a child--whether they behave or misbehave. There is something beyond cohesive about it. It's October magic to be sure. And worth a million exclamation points!!! selahV