Yup, all you non-Massachusetts residents are jelous of our celebration of the "shot heard round the world". The poor Patriot's get overshadowed each year because it's also the dreadful combination of Marathon Monday AND a Red Sox game at 11:05 am*. I think I write about this every year because it's so insane. This is what happens to me:
First I commute to work with people going to Fenway. Drinking may or may not have already commenced.
The Red Sox start at 11:05 at Fenway, at noon, 26.2 miles away the runners begin their trek. This means that just as Mark Loretta was hitting his walk off homerun to put the mighty Red Sox over the top, the first runners are making their way down Beacon St., a mere 2 blocks from Fenway. The Fenway crowd then pours out onto the streets and into the bars, where they drink and drink and drink with the other marathon spectators.
Hours later, I wait patiently for the train. The train arrives, full of people in their metallic post-marathon jackets and Red Sox gear. The doors open, and a smell of a dive bar the morning after smacks me in the face. Bleecchh. All the way home I endure 2 drunk guys coming from the game talking to a marathoner, asking such astute questions as "how long is the marathon? 6 miles?", "26 miles? No Way!", "Is the NY marathon that long?", punctuated with screams of "Who likes the Red Sox?" (seriously?). Finally, a girl yelled back: "you do". Hee.
This was going to be funnier, but I forgot was I was going to say.
* this year vs. Seattle. Is anyone watching in Seattle at 8:05am??
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