“Traitor!”
That one-word text popped up on my phone a couple of weeks ago — and I knew exactly what my friend was referencing.
He had seen a photo of yours truly onstage at the Royal George Theatre at intermission of “Miracle: A Musical 108 Years in the Making,” singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.”
“Were you kidnapped?” said another friend/fellow Sox fan.
I did it of my own accord. (A relative of one of my closest friends is in the play. That’s my excuse for attending, and I’m sticking with it.) I thought I’d be a good sport and accept the invitation to do the sing-along.