Dad Said I Had to Blog – Sox Rock!
So Dad says I have to blog tonight because it is getting WAY too quiet. What is there to say? I’m working soooo hard, but Dad says I don’t get to talk about that anymore.
Here’s my share for the evening: OK, on Tuesday night, we were in Cambridge hanging with Steve and Linda and their kids. We all took a walk a few blocks away to put the visitor neighborhood parking pass on my car. On the way back, when we were about to pass this guy on the street, he says, "Sox down 12 ta 2," then walks on. Steve checks all of our clothing to see if any of us are wearing Sox gear. Nope. He takes a second pass to check for the color red. Nope again. It’s just assumed that everyone here cares about the game. Kids with significant developmental delays come in with their Sox gear on, and they know what the score was. I’m glad I at least saw the Boston Special Edition of Fever Pitch a few weeks ago and watched the special features. It’s a good intro to the situation at hand. When my parents visit, they are staying right by Fenway. At this point, there isn’t much danger any games will be going on, but man, my mom is gonna be SOOOO bummed if they are, and she doesn’t have tickets.
How was that, Dad?
—
Clean up on aisle Doh! Update! Update! Aaron says I got it wrong, and I’ve been telling this story the last two days at work! I’ll let him tell it… Hit it, Aaron…
—
Well, what actually happened is that we were standing around trying to decide what to get for dinner. The man and his girlfriend walked by and he gleefully informed us, "Sox are down 12 ta’ 2 right now. Read it and weep." He continued on about his way, quite content that he had ruined our evening.
If I had to guess, he was a Yankee fan operating under the relatively safe assumption that anyone you might pass on the streets of Boston would be living or dying by this score. Of course, he did fail to realize if it had been THAT important to us, we would have been in front of a television, not an empty furniture store.
