I was gearing up for a mundane Friday, not that I consider
any Friday mundane, being it is always the momentous first Friday of the
week. My daughter absconded with my wife’s
car so she could journey into the wilds of northern New Hampshire to fest with the
MEF at her bachelorette party. That
meant my wife seized control of my car for the day for her own adventures.
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That meant she would have to operate without her safety
blanket of navigation devices. Since her
course-plotting skills are rivaled only by my elder (but not much)
sister. This meant that I received several panicked phone calls over the day and had to talk her through some misoriented
phases as she tried to use some of my short cuts to avoid construction. The classic point was when I talked her
through a couple turns and she admitted she’d been there three times only to
turn back because she lost confidence.
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| Lansdowne Street Last Night |
I was in a good mood throughout the day though because of an
impending visit to Fenway Park for Saturday.
A co-worker had a connection and scored some free tickets which were
supposed to be right behind home plate. Halfway through yesterday morning I was
advised that the tickets were actually for Friday night’s game and not at the
promised location. My co-worker felt bad
but since you couldn’t beat the price we journeyed into Boston to link up with our
excellent boss and various members of my co-worker’s large Italian family.
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| Cask and Flagon |
It was a great time spent with my co-worker’s lively
family. They were full of stories that
only a close-knit and very large family can produce. Since I had consigned several beers to their ultimate
fate I bowed to the needs of nature.
While taking care of that requirement in an empty rest room the urinal
started talking to me! I thought I’d
seen every marketing ploy ever invented but some enterprising (I assume young) marketer
created talking disks promoting some event and placed them in the urinals. I shudder to think what activated the
message.
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| Fenway was Typically Full |
Since game time was approaching we reluctantly abandoned our
subterranean haunt. We grabbed a couple
Fenway franks while making our way into the game. Our seats were in the grandstands but offered
a good view of the game. My co-worker
and his girlfriend had seats just a few rows from the first base line and
encouraged us to join them. We were
there for all of five minutes when the real seat owners showed up and my
co-worker admitted he had tried to pull a fast one, back to the grandstands.
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| Our Assigned Seats |
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| The Five Minute View |
At the beginning of the third inning my co-worker’s family
who had seats right behind home plate called us down since they weren’t really
sports fans and wanted to check out a special club inside the park. They said we could sit in their seats for a
couple innings while they were so engaged.
I was therefore granted a long held dream of sitting right behind home
plate at Fenway only eight rows behind the action. I was in heaven, the best seats I’d ever had
at Fenway. Apparently the club was
awesome because we ended up spending the rest of the very exciting game right
there.
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| A Dream Realized |
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| Koji in For the Save! |
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| I'm in the Red Shirt With the Arrow Pointing at Me |
My co-worker dropped me off at home sometime in the very
early morning but it was time well spent.
I realized a long held dream and had my first ever conversation with a
urinal. Not a bad day, at all.
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