Sunday, June 25, 2006
OK, scratch that, I will be going to the game on Monday, despite the fact that it was not, you know, actually, uh, raining. Downtown. At all. There was a sort of light mist, and apparently that was enough to send people into a panic. Either that, or their ironclad weather forecast for later in the day told them that something much worse than a light mist was coming. This, let the record state, turned out to be a big fat Sidney Ponson of a lie.
Just to make things more fun, the subway decided to do some sort of mysterious, unspecified 'work' on the blue line rail between Aiport and Government Center. The very line I need to take to get downtown. This led to rather a lot of running up and down stairs in confusion, and taking buses driven by maniacs.
On the way back we somehow ended up on a bus with a kid who worked at Fenway and was now grumpily wending his way home. He stared at my tshirt for a bit (I *large red heart with his face superimposed over it* Dave Roberts) and then proceeded to grouse to his friend.
Imagine the following in your typical thick Boston accent.
"They didn't even give us no wahnin'... we hadda throw out 20 fuckin' pizzas!"
"Usually they make 'em sit around for a houah or whatevah before they send 'em home... I dunno why they sent 'em home right away this time."
"People just wouldn't fuckin' leave! I'm like, the game's cancelled, get outta heyah! And they're just sittin' in their seats. People don't wanna fuckin' leave, they just wanna sit in the seats."
Possibly it was funnier if you were there.
Let's hope no one spits on the field tomorrow. They might mistake it for a vast bank of thunderstorms and cancel this one too.
Labels: baseball, MLB, rain, Red Sox