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October 19, 2004
Red Sox Express
Due to some poor planning, our long ago scheduled flights home from San Francisco yesterday did not take into consideration the fact that Game 5 was a 5:15 start. It was terrible. After sticking it out until the end of game 4 at Elixir, we were forced to follow the game through glimpses of airport bar TVs in Atlanta or Philadelphia, cell phone calls on runways and an intricate web of phone messaging. Fortunately, once I was finally on the plane to Boston the fine Delta pilot gave some intermittent game updates for "those that might be interested in the ballgame," which of course was everyone on the damn plane. Somewhere of North Carolina the Sox closed the score to 4-3. Over Maryland they tied it up in the 9th. By Rhode Island it was in the 11th and when we touched down it had reached the 12th. I ran through the airport looking for a TV, only to find most of the restaurants closed since it was so late. I finally made it to the Sam Adams bar by ticketing in Terminal B, to see the bottom of the 13th. The place was packed, people were cheering and high-fiving, the waitress was frazzled. Airport personnel kept ducking in to see the game, then running out between at bats to do something else (and yes, there were more than a few security people that perhaps had more important things they should have been doing). Sara's plan landed about 5 minutes after mine in a different terminal, so she was watching in the Legal Seafoods.
And right as I was finishing my first beer, Big Papi ended it. Now I have to figure out how to get out of tonight's class to watch game six. Let's hope for a rain delay.
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Posted by stan at October 19, 2004 11:23 AM