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Friday, June 13, 2003
Well, I ended up with a hell of a game for my first visit of the year to Fenway Paaahk last night. Yeah, it was 13 innings long, but I only made it through 10, deciding to take off after the boys let go of a hard-fought tie game for the first time. Little did I know there'd be another comeback in the bottom of the 10th, and another attempt in the 13th. Sure, throw another layer on the letdown cake... Sox fans are used to it. We can handle the stress, right?
Ah, I'm just kidding... it was a great time. So we came up a little short... at least the guys put on a show. Despite the rain, despite the dwindling crowds, despite many innings of shutout baseball, they fought back and turned a boring game into a nail-biter. The rollercoaster and the rain scared a bunch of suit-wearing business-boys away early, so we scored fourth row seats on the third base line for the last couple innings. It's gonna be hard to sit any further back after being spoiled like that... a foul pop-up brought Nomar right next to us (and, of course, resulted in a drunken knucklehead chorus of "NoooMMMAaaaaaHhh!"). Good times, good times.
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Most surreal moment of the night? The Fenway in-game musical selections. Sure, for most of the game it was your standard fare... John Fogerty, the Stray Cat Strut, that silly nu-metal squawking death-bird "Wah-ka-ka-kow!" song, and some Off the Wall-era Michael Jackson. Suddenly, inbetween batters in the bottom of the 7th, I hear the synth-filled strains of... "See You" by Depeche Mode? Huh? Who the hell snuck that one in there? I can just picture the closeted new-waver up in the booth, waiting until his boss heads to the bathroom, throwing in his "Singles 81-85" cd, grinning with glee. You know that it's true.