For some reason my 5th grade class was taken to see a Boston Red Sox baseball game. My parents had three daughters, no sons, and zero interest in professional sports so this was all new to me. I remember that it was very hot and muggy that day. There were a bunch of grown men running around on the grass and people were cheering wildly but I had no idea why. After the game, we all trooped back to the bus and many of the other kids were carrying on about the great game we’d just seen. I had no idea why. When I got home that day, my parents wanted to know how everything had gone. I told them it was a day off of school, I got a free hot dog and soda, but I still had no idea what it was all about. The hot dog was good, though.