Red Sox vs Cubs

I hopped in the car at 4:00, put some gas in the tank, and drove down Route 2 with The Cranberries "To The Faithful Departed" album blasting. I got to Alewife at 4:40 to find Erik already there, and we jumped on the Red Line to Park Street Station. After letting one Green Line train pass, we crammed ourselves sardine-like into the next one, and rode precariously and tightly-packed to Kenmore Square.

When we got to Fenway Park Erik wanted to look around the shops so I hung out on Yawkey Way in the pre-game crowd, enjoying the sights and smells. A stilt walker asked me which team the Beastie Boys were rooting for (I had on my BB tee shirt), and when I replied the Red Sox, he cheered and wandered away to find more kids to play catch with. Once inside the ballpark I grabbed a pretzel and a bottle of water on the way to my seat (Grandstand 11, Row 15, Seat 5), and enjoyed the view for the hour up until game time (when the place filled right up). What a game. The Red Sox jumped out to a 2-0 lead right away, and when all was said and done, they wound up beating the Cubs 15-5.

With the game well in hand, Erik & I left to meet Brian at Joshua Tree in Davis Square. Brian was already on his 2nd beer so I got a round for me & Erik. At last call when all was said and done, I'd had five Harpoon IPA's, and we all had a blast. By then everyone was starving and Erik offered to pay cab fare, so we took off to the nearest IHOP, and had a 3 am feast. I got a kick-ass bacon cheeseburger & fries, and I wound up scarfing down Erik's unwanted pancakes as well. Another cab ride back to Brian's car, he zipped us back to Alewife, and I ended the night with an enjoyable drive back home, with Telefon Telaviv and Thievery Corporation playing on the cd player.