When the protracted Jason Varitek negotiations ended, it meant something more than the fact we no longer lacked a starting catcher. It meant that the quasi-Varitek jersey Christine got me for my birthday a couple years ago wouldn't be inducted this year into my antiquated Red Sox garb feature. In fact, it may never be inducted because now there is a good chance the Captain will retire as a Red Sox.
I wore it the other day while running some errands. It caught the attention of a little boy sitting in his mother's shopping cart at Wal-Mart.
"Mommy, I think he's a baseball player," he said.
"Who?" she said before looking up to see me.
I embarrassingly ducked away before I could see or hear the response.
I guess this is what Christine means when she says I'm too old to be wearing shirts with players' names on them.
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