The View from Above

While waiting to see one of my docs at Charles River Plaza yesterday, who should come by but the Rolling Redsox Rally! Here are a few views from the 9th floor:
Not much detail, but you can sense some of the scope. Pretty cool.
Some of you who were there might even know which of the Sox were on this second one, but I only got the big picture, so to speak. So I call this photo "The Orange One."


BTW, riding my bike to the T at Alewife was definitely the way to go. The T garage was overfull, many roads were blocked off--even the T itself was so jammed that they let us on the trains for free because of the massive pileup at the Charlie Ticket machines. Nice gesture or just expediency? Does it even matter?

All around, a beautiful day for a parade.

A Lot of Love for the Glove

In today's local paper, there's an amusing article about how Yankees' fans (i.e., New Yorkers) have no love for the Sox or Boston. Read it--you'll chuckle.

But what made me chuckle the most was the byline:

By Matt Viser, Glove Staff | October 30, 2007

So now it's the Boston Glove? Coooool! It's time someone recognized that fielding can be just as important as batting and pitching.

(Check it out before someone corrects it--you can fix your mistakes fast on the Web. Thank God.)

UPDATED: As suspected, they changed "Glove" to "Globe." Too bad in a way.

Rolling Rally Rolls Right Over My Plans

So...I lined up two doctors' appointments back-to-back tomorrow at Mass General. Since I have to hike in from the 'burbs (time off work, traffic, etc), I try to be efficient. And then the mayor goes and announces that the Red Sox rolling rally will be tomorrow, exactly when I'm supposed to be on Cambridge St.

The mind mulls: Postpone the appointments? (It's not that easy to line up the schedule of two different offices.) Drive in and risk being barred from entering the streets I need to use? (Though they can't shut down the road in front of a big hospital, can they? Huh, huh?) Take the T down? (But by the time I need to leave for the T, parking will probably be long gone.)

I'm leaning toward biking to the T, like my hubby. You can always find a chainable location (unlike a car parking spot) and mash yourself onto a T car. It will take longer to ride to Alewife than drive, but will probably be better than trying to fight the traffic in the city itself. And if I get sweaty, I can bring an extra shirt to change into before my appointments.

Maybe I'll even get to see part of the rally between appointments (there's a little break in the middle). After all, it's Sox! In Duck Boats! What more could you want!

Hmmm...ride or cancel? I'm thinking those are my two best options right now. They posted the route on Boston.com, and it doesn't look promising for my usual drive in to MGH.

What to do, what to do?

Map courtesy of Boston.com

Can I Get a Woo? Can I Get a Hoo? Can I Get a Nap?

Let's face it--you almost felt sorry for the Rockies, didn't you? But not sorry enough to dampen the joy of the series season. Victory is even sweeter the second time around.

A few last thoughts:

Someone get Francona on a long-term, fair-compensation contract, please! In fact, announcing it this week would be sweet.

Ditto, Mike Lowell.

How about my secret boyfriend, Jacoby Ellsbury, huh? What a player!

Who thought it was a good idea to build Coors Field like that, anyway?

How dare that Fox idiot Tim McCarver (sorry--no link for you!!) compare Dustin Pedroia's confidence and natural ebullience to Terrell Owens, a world-class jerk?

Speaking of which--I noticed that when it was clear that the Sox were going to win in the 8th inning, McCarver's co-announcer Joe Buck did all the talking (saying nice things about Boston and the Sox) while McCarver remained noticeably silent. But even McCarver couldn't spoil this for me.

A nap does sound nice about now, but work beckons.

Shall we meet next year, same time? Sounds like fun to me.

Too Freakin' Busy to Blog

Between work (my boss quit!), school volunteering (more than I probably should have said yes to), home (will the clutter never cease?), trying to make some time for exercise (biking while the iron is hot!), and the Sox, the Sox, the Sox, it's just been too much. I haven't even been reading other people's blogs, much less writing my own.

But I'll be back--at least if you want me. :-)

%^&*#$@^ Yankees!

Okay, okay, I promised I'd write something about my vacation, but first this from The Onion (PROFANITY WARNING!)

BOSTON—Moments after the New York Yankees continued a month-long stretch that has seen them climb from the bottom of the AL East to pull within a once unfathomable four games of the first-place Red Sox by defeating the Baltimore Orioles Monday night, stunned and enraged baseball fans across America took a moment to shake their heads in disbelief and curse dejectedly at the relentless inevitability of Yankee glory.

"Fucking Yankees," said Marshfield, MA resident and longtime Red Sox fan Lawrence Broberg, echoing the sentiments of thousands of men and woman across the nation. "Every year. Every goddamn year."

You must read the whole thing to get the full effect.

Let's just hope that for once, The Onion is wrong. But those guys are usually right. (Let's not forget the famous Voice of God Revealed to Be Cheney on Intercom--they were so on the mark with that one....)

Many thanks to Russ for the link.

Isn't It a Bit Early for This?

Yes, yes, I know they're still leading their division--by a lot. Yes, yes, I know all it takes is for the batters to get hot again. I know all that. And maybe I'm being too picky, but isn't the collapse supposed to come after the All-Star break?

Sometimes procrastination is a good thing. In fact, sometimes certain things don't need to happen at all. Or maybe I'm looking at it the wrong way--they collapse now, then pick up again in August. That's the ticket!

(Sometimes even the cockeyed optimists of the world need a little boost.)

It's Happening Again

I'm beginning to care--really care. And I know my heart will be broken along with thousands--maybe millions--of others. We'll be in that swirl of heady intoxication all summer, only to be brought low in September. We know we shouldn't. And yet we do. And we wait for the inevitable, knowing that once in a very long time the inevitable doesn't happen.

So we hope. We hope. We hope.