“What’s up?” I asked Big Freddy as I joined him for our mid-morning get together.
“What’s going down is more like it,” Freddy said.
“The Sox are within a whisker of losing their lead.
“The Celtics are going back to hatch, scratch, and pray for a first timer coach and those filling in for those who left.
“The Pats are in aftershock with Hernandez facing a murder charge, which it turns out he’s someone they were counting on big time but didn’t have a clue about his other life.”
“You left out the Bruins,” I said.
“In recovery and doing okay,” Freddy said.
“The other sports are in discovery and so are we.”
“What would we do without them?” I asked.
“My point,” Freddy said. “No way we could make it. To each his own. Never could, never will. You can look it up. Ban sports worldwide and we’d eat each other alive.”
“Our need to escape,” I said.
“There’s that, but there is more, not the least of it being money, big time,” Freddy said. “Colleges, universities, investors, whatever. There’s a lot of different kinds of needs going around.
“For the rest of us they’re escape hatches. Some have to compete. Most have to watch.
“We do that as kids all over the world, and we do it as adults to escape whatever, either personally, or as spectators. We do it for fun, we do it for a living. Sports create worlds we can enter into by buying tickets, newspapers, magazines, or by only the flick of a TV channel.”
“And by talking about them,” I said.
“With more of that going around all the time,” Freddy said.
“So what to make of the Sox?” I asked.
“Surprise, surprise after last year, but a work in progress,” Freddy said.