Whew! What a wild ride the last few days have been. You don't even have to go to the Pahk to feel the excitement in the old hometown. After a long swim meet at BC followed by a team and parents dinner, we drove along Comm Ave to the Marriott to watch the game and drink the wine we would have loved with our dinner (swim events don't have tailgate parties...yet...wait til NEXT year's parents weekend...).
There was not a soul on the road at 9 pm. All of the Boston area was inside, watching the game. Lady luck was with us, and we scored the only empty table in the bar, right by the TV. And there we stayed until the last out.
Sunday morning we barely made it for the start of the meet. And another long night of intense ball, until the poor Indians imploded. It was 12:30 before we went to bed, with a 5:15 am taxi arriving to take us to Logan for the flight home. Yes, the taxi driver had stayed up, too. A sleepy MLB photographer was on our plane. He had gotten no sleep, staying to cover all the post game interviews and celebrating, but didn't get to partake. He was actually a little cranky, complaining about how the Indians players would do interviews but the Sox players were not cooperative. There were plenty of nice stories in the Globe the next day about players spending time entertaining the fans who had stayed late...I'd rather do that than pointless interviews, myself...heck, all the viewers had work the next day or things to do...they went to bed after Coco Crisp crashed into the wall to make the last out.
So now I'll look forward to Wed night, when I'll be able to watch on PACIFIC Time! GO SOX!
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