My 8-year-old son was standing in line for a postgame ice cream. His white baseball pants were now brown, his eye black was smudged all over his face, and his cleats were most certainly bringing unwanted dirt into the small ice cream shop in Hyannis.
"So, did you win?" asked an older gentleman in line.
"We won one and lost one," Joey replied.
"Where’d you play?" he asked.
"Fenway Park," Joey responded proudly.
