Even the dead couldn’t help the BoSox August 23, 2004 ~ 9:48 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackbackOkay, the first of the cemetery pics.
This is the grave of the “Father of Baseball”, someone named Chadwick. I particularly liked the little base path around the grave. I think I want one when I die. Or maybe a minature hockey rink. Oooh, no, I know. I want a football gridiron! My waist can be the 50 yard line! I am so twisted…
Notice that on the side of the column are crossed bats and a catcher’s mitt. On the other side were the same bats with a catcher’s mask. I thought these were nice touches. but we’ve already established what my taste is like.
Rick decided he wanted to reach up and touch the baseball to see what it felt like (this is why I love this man…if I was tall enough, I would have done the same damn thing. Ask my mom about the time I went to the British Museum and touched the Rosetta Stone). As he’s gripping the top of the column, he says “What the hell is this?” I give you “this”:
I don’t know if you can make it out, but “it” was a hand painted stone, apparently a plea from a Red Sox fan this past year for a World Series win. I loved it. They left him an offering because they couldn’t get to the Babe’s grave. Fantastic. We photographed the rock, put it back, and went on our merry way. Well, maybe not merry. It was a cemetery, after all.
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