A big Genius Switch congratulations to my friends Beth & Frank on the birth of their son Connor James, who I've already nicknamed Cap'n Maverick. Mom and the Cap'n are doing well.
Quote of the Day:
"We cannot really love anybody with whom we never laugh." -Agnes Repplier
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Frozen Fenway
On a hot August afternoon, I heard that the mighty Boston University Terriers were facing off against the hated Boston College Eagles in hockey at Fenway Park on January 8, 2010. I knew at once I had to get tickets. And I did.
I apparently had forgotten, in the New York heatwave, that it might be a smidge cold. At Fenway Park. In Boston. In January. At night. Outside.
As the game approached, the harsh reality sat in. I was simply going to freeze to death.
The night of the game, I essentially piled on every article of clothing I owned and prayed that global warming would magically transform this January night into an August one. I hadn't been to Fenway since April 11, 2005, when the Red Sox got the World Series rings, so it was a bit of a homecoming.
It was flurrying snow as I walked to the park. Walking through the portal from the grandstand to my seat was like walking inside a beautiful snow globe. I have rarely seen Fenway look so beautiful. The rink was set up behind homeplate. The snow continued though the pre-game and most of the first period. I was definitely cold, but not as much as I had expected to be.
That changed as the night went on. The snow stopped and the bitter cold set in. A $7 cocoa didn't seem to help much. Luckily, BU played well and gave me many reasons to cheer, keeping the blood circulating a little bit. I loved seeing BU up on the Green Monster.
The third period saw the emergence of Sasquatch and for a few moments, the cold went away all together. I had waited 10 years to once again do a "Sasquatch-Sieve" chant, and I was going to enjoy every moment. More glee came when BU won 3-2, making our three plus hours in the stands worth it.
The night was incredibly fun and to share the experience with over 38,000 people made it even moreso. Despite the cold, I'm so glad I went and got to cheer on the alma mater.
Quote of the Day:
"Another belief of mine: That everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise" -Margaret Atwood
I apparently had forgotten, in the New York heatwave, that it might be a smidge cold. At Fenway Park. In Boston. In January. At night. Outside.
As the game approached, the harsh reality sat in. I was simply going to freeze to death.
The night of the game, I essentially piled on every article of clothing I owned and prayed that global warming would magically transform this January night into an August one. I hadn't been to Fenway since April 11, 2005, when the Red Sox got the World Series rings, so it was a bit of a homecoming.
It was flurrying snow as I walked to the park. Walking through the portal from the grandstand to my seat was like walking inside a beautiful snow globe. I have rarely seen Fenway look so beautiful. The rink was set up behind homeplate. The snow continued though the pre-game and most of the first period. I was definitely cold, but not as much as I had expected to be.
That changed as the night went on. The snow stopped and the bitter cold set in. A $7 cocoa didn't seem to help much. Luckily, BU played well and gave me many reasons to cheer, keeping the blood circulating a little bit. I loved seeing BU up on the Green Monster.
The third period saw the emergence of Sasquatch and for a few moments, the cold went away all together. I had waited 10 years to once again do a "Sasquatch-Sieve" chant, and I was going to enjoy every moment. More glee came when BU won 3-2, making our three plus hours in the stands worth it.
The night was incredibly fun and to share the experience with over 38,000 people made it even moreso. Despite the cold, I'm so glad I went and got to cheer on the alma mater.
Quote of the Day:
"Another belief of mine: That everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise" -Margaret Atwood
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