Tonight was about philia. Not Philadelphia, not philly cheese steak sandwiches, but philia. People loving people. People loving baseball. People loving a team. People giving time and money to sit in the rain and watch a bunch of guys swing at and catch a hard white ball. The Red Sox Foundation was there, actively soliciting for donations and with people waiting in line to give. It was a ballgame. In Boston. At Fenway Park. With tens of thousands of fans. And lots of great food. It was philia in action.
But everybody loves hot dogs, or at the very least an event that features them, like baseball. And almost everybody loves baseball. Everybody at this game tonight certainly loved baseball. We were sitting in the rain, watching two teams battle it out on that bright green field under the really bright lights and we were cheering and jeering and waving wet Red Sox foam fingers and loving every minute.
Semantics. Ok, enough of that. Dad was correct. I am silly. (Did I mention that I love being me?)