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.