Viva La Vida

I have been putting off this blog entry for two days now. Partially because I did not want this whole little adventure to be over. For a week I got to be with my closest of friends. Sharing all different types of experiences. Extreme heat and torrential down pours, crappy continental breakfasts, the joy of coasting down a hill, or the misery of getting to the top of another, only to see bigger hill after that. Thirst, hunger and chaffing, were all apart of the daily routine. Now the little break from the day to day is over and Im upset.

The last day of the trip was a real blur, and I mean that literally. We all rushed to our final destination. The scenic route of the Boston Marathon is the perfect way of ending our personal marathon. Each mile was marked and my head was spinning with the thought of ending so early.

Getting to Fenway after all that is such a rewarding experience. Being someone who lacks any sort of physical talent, the end to this trip was the ultimate reward. I never had a game winning hit in Little League, or scored in PAL football. Never qualified for States or Nationals in crew, but I did this bike trip. Something that I will be able to hold on to for a long time.

Finding out about the similarities between Yankees fans and Red Sox fans does put a universal spin on baseball. When you boil it all down, it comes down to family. Our families teach us the most important lessons in life, and probably the single most important traits to have: faith and loyalty.

Players sign new multi million dollar contracts, and owners raise the prices to attend a game but the fans still show up. Teams causes us to curse, throw remotes, punch walls, or drown our sorrows but we still watch, buy, and cheer them on.

It is pretty incredible that a hat or a shirt can spark a heated debate, a dirty look, an assuring nod, or even a high five from a sailor on Hanover Street. Baseball has that ability to unite and divide.