The Zebster’s been on me about posting a comment regarding
my (not so) recent trip to Beantown to watch my Washington Nationals play in an
inter-league game against the “Baaston” Red Sox. Suffice it to say I had a GREAT, DRUNKEN
time! Gotta hand it to Boston! It certainly didn’t hurt the party mood to
find ourselves caught in the middle of a Gay Pride Day parade.
Awight—to sum it the weekend: We got in town on Friday, were fed like kings
by our hosts’ mom, then watched the Nats kick the crap out of the Sox in Game 1
from the comfort of my host’s patio—draining a 1.5 liter of Scotch and smoking
copious cigars. On Saturday, we
commenced a bar crawl from the Old North Church to Fenway Park (visiting the grave sites of Paul Revere and Crispus Attucks along the way) where we eventually hooked
up with the Z-man (10 beers later). Somewhere after the 2nd
inning, we lost our host (and a couple of the other guys), but I sat glued to
my seat as the Nats kicked the crap out of the Sox in Game 2. (Note:
I had to stay in my seat when I learned they don’t sell beer in the
stands at Fenway!!! (Huh!?! Zeb tried his best to get me to drink a Coors
Light….might as well slit my throat! Whatever!)
After the game, the “plan” was to meet at a ‘baa’ near
whatever that place is where the Celtics (supposedly) play basketball. After walking about a mile and a half from
Fenway, the five of us stopped at some posh hotel restaurant (people were
wearing tuxedos—seriously) to have a cocktail (refreshing!). After losing Zeb (he had to get back to Maine
to go count moose, or something like that) we found a bar that was loaded with
Boston University students and watched the Heat put the heat on the Celts. When the game was over, and the bar
converted to a loud, music-laced cheering fest, to a somber, murmuring tomb, I
paid my bill, took a picture of the sad faces, cleared my throat and while
dressed in my Nats gear, I made the following announcement:
“You Boston fans suck!
You can’t play basketball….you can play baseball….and you certainly can’t
play hockey! What the hell good are
you???” (seriously...I did say (yell) that!) ;-)
Then proceeded to exit the ‘baa,’ stage right (waiting for
that Sam Adams bottle to hit me in the back of the head).
It was a great weekend spent in a historic ballpark (my 9th
major league ballpark) with my good friends!
Next year, it’s Cooperstown, for sure!!!
AN UPDATE FROM ZEB: Since the above post from G and my post a few weeks ago are regarding the same get-together, I'm adding a link to its sister post on each one. So here's the link to my piece about this great weekend
AN UPDATE FROM ZEB: Since the above post from G and my post a few weeks ago are regarding the same get-together, I'm adding a link to its sister post on each one. So here's the link to my piece about this great weekend
4 comments:
Sounds like a great time!
Hahahahah! That sounded like a lot of fun.
I forgot to say that I applaud you on the heckling of Boston fans. They deserve it.
A couple of your DC teams got the best of us recently, which is great for you guys and a lot of Beantown fans need to lower their expectations a little.
I had a great time hooking up with you, as always, with Rich and Mike? again and to meet your other friends. It was obvious you guys were having a great time and Boston is a fun city. Two great pics and thanks for sharing one where I'm wearing my new 100th Fenway hat. When you guys decide when you're going to Cooperstown, I want in...I'm overdue for another trip there. Great piece, amigo. Oh, you left out the cab ride. Did I put that in my piece?
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