Last night was awesome. The Sox beat the Indians 11-2 to advance to the World Series. Apparently the score was not reminiscent of the game. The score reflected the fact that the Sox can beat the Indians, they might not look like it ( but they will ), and the fact that the Sox can outlast the Indians, that we are more than Ramirez and Ortiz, and the fact that the Sox are now ( by definition ) a better team than the Indians. But the score didn’t reflect the game. Whatever you need to sleep at night I guess!
But this post isn’t so much about the game, great as it was. This post is about a man. Not a player, not a coach, but a fan. Someone I saw on TV for 1.395 seconds, flash by in the background as the camera panned from first to the pitcher. John Carson of Belmont, MA.
Thankfully Boston.com photographer Steve Silva snapped this pic of John at the game last night, or I might not have believed myself the next day. Why would Carson wear a tux? Was he in a wedding before the game? Orchestra musician perhaps? Short of me calling the guy, I might never find out. Strangely, that would be fine with me.
For me, Carson is displaying the class in baseball. He is trying to bring back the days when gentlemen sat in the stands in full suits to watch a baseball game. For whatever reason he decided to wear his tux, I applaud him! Thank you John Carson and GO SOX!
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