I took a little trip to Fenway Park this past Friday to see the Sawx and the Yanks. I was super excited and I'll tell you what, it was one helluva ballgame. I mean, you know the game is mint when there are 8 fights before the 7th inning started (I think, I might have lost count).
But let's back up a minute. I haven't been to Fenway since I was a wee lad of 10 years. So when I was back on Storrow Drive I remembered one thing - the Boston transit system must have been designed by a drunken 6 year-old with a spirograph. Is the T train really necessary? I mean, come on people. Anyway, we're looking for a spot to park and all the lots, of course, are wicked expensive. Finally we say "F it" and pull into a gas station. Yea, that was a mistake. It was $50 and there were about 3 lots right behind it even closer to the ballpark for $30 (we were already like 50 yds from the stadium too).
So after a Yawkey Way Italian sausage, loaded of course, we entered the house that contractors built (were you expecting a ballplayer?). If you drew a line from Peske's pole straight back following the foul line we were about 30 feet behind that. I didn't mind being that far away but for the first 3 innings and sporadically after that, it was impossible to see anything. Are people stupid? Seriously. Is it that hard to read signs and stay in the tunnel and ask the usher exactly where your seat is? I found mine within 10 seconds of leaving the tunnel. There's a hundred people just standing there looking around for their seat. Read the little numbers and letters guys; it ain't hard. Then you got some lady bringing her three babies to the game...with strollers. That is wicked retahded.
Onto the game. Lots of homeruns, lots of excitement. Now if Curt Schilling didn't fall apart in the 5th, it'd have been a really sweet game. Well, that and Kevin Millar refusing to learn guard the line after three doubles went past him down the right field line to help yield a 5-run Yankee fifth. However, Millar made up for it throughout the ballgame by logging on to hr.com three times. Now if Papi could only not leave runners in scoring position (twice), we'd be in business.
All in all it was a fun time. Not so much "hell yea, finally new Family Guy episodes" fun, but since I hadn't been to Beantown in a while it was a good change of pace and it's always fun to root against the Evil Empire. Everyone outside of the tri-state area knows what I'm talking about. Sidenote: how sweet was it to see the Lakers get proverbially sodomized by Detroit and watch Karl Malone fail again? Hopefully after the Yanks lose this year's Series Steinbrenner will dismantle his all-star squad just like Jerry Bus did with the Fake Show.
The game did prove one thing though: beer + a bitter sports rivalry= hilarious consequences. God bless America.
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