I have no idea where to begin describing the events of today during and after the Red Sox game. I guess chronological is the best way to go.
Of course, since it was me, we missed the first pitch. I have been to many a Red Sox game and I have never managed to get there for the first pitch. My entrance usually occurs at the second at bat…and my streak continues. The bleachers are my usual seats for many reasons, the most important of which are: I can afford the seats and there is always drama. So this entry doesn’t go into excess, here is some of what went on…
We saw a guy get thrown out for over zealous cheering
The more the guy next to me had to drink the less he cared about invading my personal space
When I ordered peanuts, the thrower over shot and hit the guy in front of me in his….well I got peanuts
Three guys that were straight out of the Big Bang Theory asked Danelle’s 20 y/o sister to go to the bar
The park should be arrested for what they charge for a beer ($7.25!!!!)
Every other person that came to our section were in the wrong section or the wrong row
All in all the game was good, the weather was great and the day was definitely a good time…until the train. The T, the main mode of public transportation to exit and enter the city, the sponge that sucks up all of our tax dollars, the metal hunks of junk that are packed like cattle cars during the slaughter….ah the T. It would have taken us an hour to get down the stairs to even see the train at Kenmore so we walked to Berkley. We thought we were outsmarting everyone…boy did karma get us back 10 fold. The station was clear, almost completely empty, we were smart. Then the train arrived, and the next, and the next and the next. The 5th train was the one we were finally able to fit aboard. And by fit I mean take a deep breath and wedge yourself in between 300 other Red Sox fans and 9-5ers going home. Then the waiting began. Over the next 12 minutes, yes I counted. The train turned off and on about 6 times, it was like a toddler playing with a light switch…really freakin’ annoying. Then the announcement came…”everybody off.”
Yep, after 12 minutes of being in a sardine can with 300 of my closest friends and having a staring match with those waiting for the next train, we all had to get off and wait for the next car. Did I mention it was after a game and during rush hour. So needless to say, we made friends. When the next train came Erin, who couldn’t be 120 soaken wet, pushed her way on the train while our new friends cheered her name…”Ortiz” (since her last name is very Irish, I’m guessing they got that from her Papi shirt). We made it on, but we weren’t told the driver liked to break randomly, take the corners at insane speeds and then slow down just to gun it. We all felt like we were in a motion sickness experiment or on a surfboard in rapids. The ride in a nutshell, Erin smacked some 10 y/o in the head about five times in the guise of saving him from falling, with our new friends we made fun of Canadians in hats that were made out of Muppet skins, when Danelle got a seat the fly of the guy standing directly in front of her was completely open, then “Kevin” sat down next to Erin and was so drunk that he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Yeah, it was a good time.
So like I said, the day was a good time. The only thing I am not happy about is the influx of freakin’ freckles on my nose from the sun. Overall though, ya gotta love that Dirty Water! I’m so glad Boston is my home!