First Sips
Baseball has become my life. To be living in Europe and falling in love with such a niche sport in 2025 feels like both a blessing and a curse. All I want is to talk about baseball, to tell stories about baseball. I’ve never had a summer this quiet, this lonely, yet this meaningful. I’ve gotten lost in the stats, the tactics, the strategies of the game. The films I’ve watched and the books I’ve read played their part of course. But in the end, I found the Red Sox. My biggest dream is to go to Fenway Park. The team’s history, the soul of the city, the fact that the ballpark still stands like a museum… and that it’s about to celebrate its 113th year. Honestly, I can’t remember ever feeling this level of passion for anything in such a short time. Just imagine it: you’re at work but thinking about baseball. You wake up and start your day reading baseball. At night, you don’t even want to sleep because you want to watch baseball. Your eyes are heavy, but you fight it off with coffee and col...