Or, a true story of how I got the Red Sox a W in the Spring of 1991.
A wealthy benefactor once bought my entire eighth grade tickets to a Red Sox game. I told my friend Greg that we should start the Wave. And at first it was just the two of us standing up like mid-size whack-a-mole idiots.
Eventually, a few other classmates joined in. The energy wavered a bit. We kept going.
A few non-8th graders took pity on us and joined our ridiculous little ripple. An inning or two passed but we kept with it. When I stood up to start the wave this time it would be five 8th graders plus 5-10 adults, regular fans.
Another inning. We’d send it around and you could see people in the corner where the Wave usually starts, starting. Then pop, pop – two little peas on the right field side catching the rhythm. A couple more. And by the bottom of the 6th ALL OF FENWAY PARK was doing the Wave. The place was rocking.
Then Mike Greenwell hit a go-ahead three-run homer that ended up being the game winner.
I’ve always felt like that was a good metaphor for what it takes to do something big. You need allies, serendipity, a backer, but most important you need to START and to STAY COMMITTED.
I’ve loved movies my whole life and have been working in and around film for about 15 years. I wrote and directed my first feature a couple years ago. And every day I’m at it, getting my butt kicked in some part or another of this crazy process.
Wait, it’s coming around again. Stand up in 3… 2…