Sports City

In case you hadn't heard, Boston is the sports town. Red Sox. Bruins. Celtics. Patriots (Okay, they're not located in Boston, but their spirit is here and that's what matters. I just hit official cheeseball-status). Even the Revolution (This is just for the soccer fans out there; I would hate to leave you out. Not going to lie though, I haven't met a die-hard Revolution fan in my day. This doesn't mean they don't exist. You can show yourselves!). Even in October, when the temperature has suddenly dropped to a crisp 50 and the playoff push is finished -and not in the good way- I am willing to sit in Fenway Park, my favorite place in the city, and cheer on the Sox. This is exactly what Adam and I did Saturday night. Thanks to a pair of free Sox-Yankees tickets, we attempted to learn the third-string players instantaneously and enjoyed every painful play. And let me tell you, it was some painful baseball. Not only was the game destined to be long (the teams had just concluded the first game of Saturday's double-header, oh, two minutes before we arrived, plus the rivals are known to extend games into ungodly hours of the night to prolong the drama and test their fans' heart health), but Daisuke was pitching. To put it mildly, he is not known for his speedy play... nor, let's face it nowadays, his worthy or decent play. Regardless, it was a fun night at the ball park. The Sox came back in the bottom of the 8th. The Yankees couldn't produce. Suddenly, we were between a rock and a hard place. It was 12:45am. The last train was to leave Kenmore at one. It was the top of the 9th inning. The game was tied. True, the Sox season was over, but we are die-hard fans. The chill in the air, however, decided for us. We raced to catch the T and managed to make it home in time to see the Sox win in the bottom of the 10th. All in all, a great night of sports in the sports town.