Baseball. . . and church!

After completing, Take Me Out, I knew I needed to do more baseball art. Having already tipped my hat to the wrong team (but really, it is a good thing to have the boss on your side). I turned my attention to my beloved. The Boston Red Sox.
Zack loves the Red Sox. Zack is the only son of a preacher. Whom better to marry church and baseball (or as I sometimes say, church. . . and church) with then for Zack. We weathered this baseball season together. We stood separately outside the Cathedral (Fenway Park) and called each other wishing we were together. We wore matching Sox hats at work in the kitchen for good luck. We begged his preacher father to pray for The Church at church. We cried together when the Tampa Bay DEVIL Rays reached into our hearts at the end of Game 7 of the ALCS. Ah, we love this game. Wes Westrum and Rob Shelton's words (through Annie Savoy in Bull Durham) make the connection easy between baseball and church. Zack loves Number Nine, the great Ted Williams, so the right side of the collage is a testimony to his number and his greatness.
Zack, thanks for making me feel safe and pretty.
Next season, I'm moving to Mecca. I mean, Boston.
Oil on found antique door with cut paper collage; collected baseball tickets; typed and stamped words on tissue paper; cigarette advertisement and found Scrabble tiles.
43 x 15
Summer 2008
On loan from the private collection of Zack Harbaugh.