Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Boston You're My Home

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As you know I am a New England sports fan, born and raised. I often blog about the Red Sox and my silence after the Superbowl this year probably spoke volumes and perhaps it was a bit two faced of me. Lets face it, I am a big baby... pun intended

Let me say this. Each sports team that I celebrate (or curse) represents fond memories of my childhood. Being raised in an almost all male house (with the exception of my tomboy mom), I learned about Boston sports at a very young age. One of the biggest bonding moments with my father was at the old Boston Garden. Or should I say The Gahden. Back before tickets were as big of a financial burden as today's gas prices, going to a sports event in this town was like going to McDonalds.

That being said, I used to go to the Celtics games with my dad as a young child and watched the "BIG 3 " of my time, Larry Bird, Kevin McHale and Robert Parrish in the early 80's. So a hearty congratulations to the Celtics for winning their 17th NBA championship. Although the game was played at a new Boston Garden, seeing folks like Bill Russell, Bob Cousy and John Havelcheck gave me that old feeling of driving in my dad towards north station early in his red Toyota corona hatchback...of course no seat belts and he was probably drinking a Narraganset for the ride over. We would stop at the north end for some Pizzeria Regina and head in to the rat infested Garden hoping we wouldn't have a cement girder in my our way and watched the games. At the time we had only 14-15 banners for NBA championships. Now we have 17.

I love the old parquet floor, I love the accents, Red Auerbach's cigar, the pipe smoking leprechaun, the noise, the fans...the Celtics of old and of new. This has been a renaissance long in the making.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

23 too old? Boston Marathon and Mommy outfits

Reuters reports "Harry Potter" heroine Emma Watson is attached to star in the period romance "Napoleon and Betsy," replacing Scarlett Johansson who was deemed too old for the role. Ok, Emma Watson is 18, Scarlett Johansson is 23. Yikes, I could see perhaps Meg Ryan or Julia Roberts not taking the role. But 23 too old. Wowsa! Being on the cusp of 40...I feel like 23 isn't too old to do anything. Remember 23?...I do...good times.

Monday is Marathon Day in Boston. It may sound lame to cheer on thousands and thousands of people running in the same direction, but I LOVE IT. I have been going to the marathon since I was a child. Now the hubster and I bring the girls. We go for a picnic in Natick and do a little fishing, then head on to Wellesley College to cheer on the runners. By the 13th mile the runners are pretty thirsty so my kids come armed with oranges and water bottles and are thrilled when runners grab them. Kudos to my co-worker and friend Steve Walker who will be running his 7th marathon. He has a great website if you are a runner.



My sneakers are wearing out quickly. Although I no longer run, I do walk on my lunchbreaks at work. I caved in and went to my local sporting goods store to pick up some new sneakers. My younger daughter, Cal, noticed some capri workout pants with a matching t-shirt. She insisted I try them on. They fit and were comfy, Cal perked up and said "oh mom, now you look like the other mommies." I was not sure how to take that. I did buy the outfit, it seemed like a good outfit to wear out on Saturdays to Cat's softball games etc... I don't have a ton of casual clothes. My work out clothes consist of old t-shirts and cut off sweat pants...not pretty. The "outfit" makes me feel totally uncomfortable, yet it made my hubster and kids feel more comfortable. So I think to myself...am I a totally deluded ass trying to hang on to my youth, just wear the freakin "Talbot, uberworkout, wannabe, minivan, caprisweatpant, matching yellow shirt nightmare."


It's still in my bureau......


~T