
The conversation usually starts with someone asking me the question, “Isn’t it time for you to get a new hat?” My typical external response is to give a half-hearted laugh or not say anything at all, while the immediate response flashing through my brain is, “Don’t you know that there is a reason I haven’t?” While I don’t believe that I have any control over the outcome of a game - well maybe any is too strong, we’ll go with little instead - I, like many sports fans (all Red Sox fans), have superstitions around gameday. The most evident in all of us are the clothes we wear. At any stadium, home, or other place people watch their favorite sporting events you will see hats that have been worn down so much they are 15 shades a different than their original color, or sweatshirts with a team’s logo from twenty years earlier, or my favorite, the shirt that is a decade old that a fan still tries to squeeze into because they bought it in their youth or as their years have increased so have their pounds.
If my hat, that people suggest needs to be replaced, could speak it would tell stories of my first time wearing it at the first game I went to at the wonderful Fenway park, or its visit to St. Louis in 2004 for the World Series clinching game 4 which was Boston’s first World Series since 1918, or its travels to Croatia on a honeymoon, or the countless other experiences it has had in its five year life. So when you see someone in an old worn down hat, or t-shirt that is coming apart at the seams, don’t ask the person wearing it if it is time to get a new one, ask them to tell you its story.