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October 21, 2004
Good Golly, Miss Molly
Overheard on Boylston Street in the celebration:
"This must be what it was like after WWII. Only, you know, this is a little more crazy."
(Ed. Note: There were probably fewer "Show your T-ts!" chants back in '45 I bet. But still...)
OK, that was fun. Sara and I, on account of the fact that this was a fairly unprecedented game, decided we'd watch at a bar where we'd never seen a sox game together before. That bar, Charlie's on Newbury, was as packed as I've ever seen it before. To the point that the weren't letting people downstairs anymore after the 4th inning. 7th game packed.
How can you describe it? Why would you try? Who has ever been so nervous of a SEVEN run lead as all of Boston was in the ninth inning? How many days will it take for my voice to come back? Before Game 1 of the World Series I hope.
Ugh. I'm spent. We walked around Fenway for twenty minutes, which is the next block from our apartment, and then retired to the roof of our building to observe the scene and smoke some celebratory cigars (which the Berkeley students/neighbors mistaked for the marijuana a depressing number of times). I'm sure Sara will have some photos of the fun here soon. All I can say is, the Sox have never lost to the Yankees in a playoff series since we got engaged. I almost wish I had some doubts about the whole engagement thing so this could dash them.
Oh yeah, it's 2:11 and the helicopters are still circling.
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Posted by stan at October 21, 2004 11:23 AM