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It’s In The Bag

9 July, 2011 / Kat

I have a laundry list of blog posts to write up from my vacation. The handwritten list is growing by the day. The following may not be the most substantial, but I just had to share.

Every time I visit my hometown, I am on the hunt for Buffalo Bills merchandise that I wouldn’t be able to find online or even in the most overarching of Massachusetts sports stores. I found the perfect item on the last day of my vacation at In The Zone, a sports collectable store in the Mall at Greece Ridge in Rochester, NY.

Yes, that is a Buffalo Bills purse.

It’s actually one of the most practical purses I’ve ever bought. It is made from heavy duty fabric, has several pockets, and is roomy enough for me to use on the commute to and from work. It also has studs on the bottom corners to prevent the bag from getting ruined.

Not a Bills fan, or not in Rochester? Don’t worry. The purse is created by Charm 14 New York, and they have an entire line of classy and practical sports handbags available online. Look at this one for the Boston Red Sox fans among us:

And this one, which immediately made me think of my friend Sara:

Charm 14’s sport handbags are between $17.95 for a wrislet and $35.95 for the tote (though I did get my tote for less at In The Zone – pricing in stores seem to vary.) They also have wholesale packs for sale, perfect for if I ever open the SportsGirlKat gift shoppe. (And if you want to give me some kind of funding or location towards the SportsGirlKat gift shoppe, you know how to contact me.)

Drive Up in Red Sox Style

1 November, 2010 / Kat

Example Massachusetts Jimmy Fund license plate

An example of the new release of Red Sox license plates that you could win from Ace Ticket.

One thing that struck me when I moved to Boston over six years ago was the amount of Boston Red Sox material plastered all over cars. At first, my knee jerk reaction was, “Oh look – that car has Red Sox stuff on it! You never see that in Binghamton or Rochester….oh wait, I live in Boston now.” And when I say, “At first,” I mean until six months ago.

If you are in need of some Red Sox love on your car, Ace Ticket is sponsoring a Red Sox License Plate Giveaway until November 12th. The winner will receive number 17 in the new release of Jimmy Fund Red Sox license plates (which have a preface of JF), fully paid for the first year.

To enter, email platecontest@aceticket.com with the subject “Number 17,” which will add you to the official Ace Ticket mailing list (of which you can always unsubscribe.) For more rules, regulations, and legal fun, check out the contest’s official Facebook page.

In the interest of full disclosure, a representative from Ace Ticket’s PR agency emailed me this information, but I was not compensated in anyway for the post.

A Quiet October in Kenmore Square

6 October, 2010 / Kat

Kenmore Square, 10/4/10 (Taken by my handy dandy iPhone)

I walked through Kenmore Square to the train Monday night, and took the above photo of a sad sign left over from the Red Sox season ending game on Sunday. It was gray, rainy and covered in autumn leaves.

This is only the second October that I have lived in Boston where there has not been playoff baseball in Fenway Park, so the stillness of an early off-season in the neighborhood is not normal to me. But these things happen – not every team can be on top every year.

In a Four-Year-Old’s World, Jason Bay is Still a Member of the Boston Red Sox.

1 January, 2010 / Kat

Let's Go Fishing - a childhood fave for me and thousands of other kids

Playing “Let’s Go Fishing” with my favorite four-year-old (a cousin of my fiance’s) this New Year’s Day with the dull portion of the Winter Classic flickering in the background, the topic of conversation turned from what kindergarten would be like next year to the Boston Red Sox. Favorite Four-Year-Old, like every child born and raised in the Greater Boston area, understood that he was a Red Sox fan prior to understanding that hands were for picking things up, not chewing on.

Over the summer, Favorite-Four-Year-Old and I had played “Big Papi” and “Jason BAAAYYY” in his backyard – a catch-tag megamix named after his two favorite members of the Red Sox roster. This afternoon, I wondered if he knew what had conspired a few days before.

We held our faux primary colored fishing rods over the faux thrashing primary colored fish. I sighed, and asked the question that had to be asked. “Who is your favorite Red Sox player?”

Favorite Four Year Old’s head snapped up, forgetting about the fish. “Jason BAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!” he exclaimed, proudly, with a giant grin on his face. He quickly returned to faux-fishing.

I was left with a dilemma. Was I susposed to be the one to have the “free agency” talk with Favorite Four-Year-Old, or was this a talk that his father or grandfather needed to have with him? This was an important talk in the life of a young sports fan, and I felt that it needed to come from a close relative, and not just little ol’ me.

I looked around, trying to find Favorite Four-Year-Old’s father. He was busy in another room eating. His grandfather was no where in my sightline either. Favorite Four-Year-Old didn’t seem to sense the turmoil within me.

So I said nothing and set to not lose too poorly in “Let’s Go Fishing.” In that four-year-old’s world, Jason Bay could still be his favorite Red Sox player. If only just for one more day.

Sitting at the Dock of the Bay

6 August, 2009 / Kat

We all have bad days, weeks, months, years. What happens when we suffer from one? We hit the bar, we sneak out of work early, we take a nap, we play with our cats, we get a manicure. And, most of the time, no one gives us a hard time about it.

Unless you’re an athlete. Because if you are an athlete, sports fans – fickle ones, at that – make it their own pastime to comment about your bad day, remind you about your bad day, and hold it over your head for days, weeks, months, years, lifetimes on end.

Heaven forbid said bad day occurs due to an injury. Then you’re “injury prone,” “weak,” “not a professional,” “disingenuous.” Injury equals weakness, and unless the limb is severed, many believe you ought to be out on the field, ice, court, or pitch. Continue reading