Bruins at Fenway

I had a once in a lifetime experience yesterday! Seriously! I was lucky enough to just happen to have tickets to the game where the Bruins came with the Stanley Cup! What a sight!

I honestly thought I was going to miss it. When we got to the T station there was a line a quarter of a mile long to get in. Then we had to wait for the T to arrive (another 5 minutes). The T was crowded, and I spent the whole time worried that my mother was going to find a reason to snap at me. Then there was the matter of sneaking food into Fenway( I refused to do all of it, which pissed my mother off even though she ate more of it than I did). Fortunately they didn't look inside of the sweatshirt rolled under my arm. My mother made it impossible for me to eat any of the strawberries 10 minutes later by taking a bite of one and then putting the stem (which had been in her mouth) back in the bag immediately afterwards. Them she ate half the nuts as well.

We got there just in time to see them come in on the duck boats. We hadn't even found out seats, we just stood near right field and watched them come in. I swear, I never thought I would be so close to the Stanley Cup in my life. It was absolutely cool when they circled the park then all got off the duck boats at home plate and were greeted by the Sox. The way the two teams mixed together, with Boston being primarily a baseball and a hockey town, was...was...I just can't describe it. Oh, and during the circut they were throwing baseballs to the crowd. That was gilding the lily right there. And they all simultaniously threw balls for the first pitch. Cool!

I have a load of pictures, but I can't figure out how to get them up just yet.

The game went extremely well. First, we either missed or they forgot the national anthem. There was a jingoist rendition of God Bless America during the seventh inning, but thankfully it wasn't drawn out. Wakefield was pitching, and all of my favorite position players were there (with the exception of Lowrie). They started out strong, and the whole of the Sox rotation went up at least once (and in some cases more than once) before the second inning. The game was more or less a disgrace for the Brewers, their supposedly hot pitcher wasn't so hot and they were outscored by the Sox 4-1, that is to say the final score was 12-3 Red Sox.

Alas, we were sitting in Right field, which had a good view of Pesky's pole but but not such a good view of the batter thanks to this woman who was blocking my view. Also, it was Father's Day, and I felt as if I were being accused of neglecting my filial duties because I no longer have anyone who could justifiably be called a father figure to sit with and buy power tools for. During the whole game the goal music for the Bruins, as well as their foghorn, were played after every home run (and I already told you there were a lot of them).

I learned an exciting new game there. Yell Marco at Fenway and hear everyone respond "Scutaro".

Yep, fantastic game. Truly a once in a lifetime experience. After they won I went home and had pasta for dinner.

If I can think of anything more to say I'll post again (probably I will).