Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh

Jancy and I flew out of town around 6:15 hoping to pull into town in time to catch the first pitch. All was going slowly until we hit some traffic at the first Worcester exit that had us bumper to bumper all the way to Sturbridge, adding almost an hour to the trip. I guess foliage traffic is right up there with beach traffic now. Thanks to the miracle that is AM radio, we were able to keep track of the game. Anyway, we're home now and the game is off to a good start, but Dice-K is starting to show some chinks in the armor after a strong start.


Today was a day of unexpected sitings. We are now used to slow starts on Sundays - truly a day of rest for Tim, especially in the post season. Late morning included a look at a bunch of pictures Amy took around West Stockbridge for Tim to upload to his Mac. The weekly review of the news included a bit about Monument classmate Davis on the links with the Dartmouth. With no real plans, Tim opted to have us all head over to Fenway for the afternoon and get a feel for how things lead up to game time. As we left Spaulding, Tim spotted the Piazza men - Liam, Patrick and dad Art, formerly of Housatonic and classmates and Scouting members with Tim. They were doing a little sight seeing after lunch in the North End and just happened to be in the right place at the right time. They had a nice chat. Then it was on to the Green Line again. Although it was six hours before game time, Yawkey way and the rest of the neighborhood was beginning to buzz. Media and fans alike were milling about, hanging out at the watering holes, etc. We looped around the park at a leisurely pace observing what was going on, including a line of about 500 people waiting for a reported 300 standing room tickets. Many looked like they'd been at it a while. We settled on hanging for a bit at the players entrance. Not only did we get a chance to eyeball a few Sox, but had two more run-ins with friends. First, Brendan the PT aide who accompanied Tim to one of the games this year ambled by and stopped over for a bit. Shortly later, none other than the wonderful Brigitte strolled by on her way back to Emmanuel after a day at the Head of the Charles. It goes without saying that a joyous conversation ensued. Brigitte invited us to have dinner at her dorm, but we needed to take a rain check on that.
Back to Spaulding, some scrambling around to get our things together and then off to the Berkshires