Sunday, December 7, 2008

Bart Giamatti did not grow up (as he had dreamed) to play second base for the
Red Sox. He became a professor at Yale, and then, in time . . . president of the
National Baseball League. He never lost his love for the Boston Red Sox. It was
as a Red Sox fan, he later realized that human beings are fallen, and that life
is filled with disappointment. The path to comprehending Calvinism in modern
America, he decided, begins at Fenway
Park.

--david halverstam

“Not me, babe. Choosing me is choosing disappointment.”
His words echoed in the empty room. Lying on her bed drew unwanted attention to the fact that the weight of the world rested on her eyelids. “Life’s full of disappointment. I’ve always be a fan of the red sox.”
What’s one more time?
It’s only an organ.
It only pumps blood.
We only regret the choices we didn’t make.
She’s not a big fan of regret. The choice was made. She could hold him forever, but only kissed him goodbye. Her eyes peeked through the blinds to watch his headlights fade away.

-C

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