There are many ways to give

One of the photos Commander Disy took of the Benfold flying the Taylor boys’ names on their halyards

Note from Cyn: Tru wrote this in response to an email discussion he’s had with Commander Thomas C. Disy – a reader of the blog and someone who wanted to do something special for the Taylors. Here’s his story:

The World is a really small place…

Somewhere out in the Persian Gulf, there are guided-missile destroyers, patrolling and conducting missions. We forget sometimes that men and women are aboard these modern machines are very far from home, doing God knows what kind of work that is not of their design, but their sworn duty to carry out. We do not know much about them, unless we’re one of their relatives, or close personal friend. They’re not gone for a few weeks, but for months at a time, missing much of what we have here, which for most who read this blog is centered on entertainment, and enjoyment.

From what my uncles saw in World War II, contrasted with today, the globe is wired in ways we can only begin to imagine. News from here, reaching thousands of people at sea is a lot easier these days, but even though communications and access is a marvel, it is not, cannot be the same. There is no spontaneity, or ability to react to the moment. And
it is no small thing to realize that news of here, aside from the personal, is usually on a much larger scale. The goings on at town hall do not occupy those headlines.

So it comes that one such ship, the USS Benfold, who is under the command of a guy, who keeps in touch with things large and small, beyond the hazards of caring for his crew and ship. Tom Disy is one wired in, one hell of a guy. A New England kind of guy. A Red Sox kind of guy. Tom reads baseball blogs. He reads the Red Sox Chick blog.

I hope everyone who booed Timlin tonight..

…gets anal warts on the way home from the game -the fucks.

Unbefreakinglievable

All photos in this entry were taken by me on August 12, 2008

Bill Lee! Right in front of me!

I woke up this morning almost convinced that last night was a dream.

The whole thing was surreal. I had a really good seat (about 8 rows off the field) and the weather was 100 times better than I expected. While KellyO (who had tickets for this game long before I did) and I stood watching the field and having a beer before the game, I was approached by a man asking “Are you Cyn?” (turns out he and I have mutual friends…I’m still not positive how he spotted me though!) And then a man asked me to take a picture of his son (first time at Fenway) and when I refused to let him “pay” me for it, he went and bought me a beer. Woot! Free beer! How much better could the night get?

I’ll tell you how much better…Bill Lee winked at me. He was walking around our section and ended up in the row ahead of me (and the the section next to me) for a few innings (he bolted when the rain, which only lasted about ten minutes, started).

Obligatory shot of my man Mike!

I have pictures, but my card reader is acting up this morning so I’ll have to add them later (and I will!).

Photos are now added!