The Boston Chronicles, Pt I

I have been safely instantiated in Boston. Once I got here, I had my first Boston experience almost right away. I was eating lunch at this restaurant, and during some NFL highlights, the guy next to me loudly declared, "Tom Brady is an effin' work of AHHHHHHHHHHT." Then he went off on this extended diatribe on Bill Belichick and while I didn't follow a lot of it, I applaud his creative use of profanity. These people here love them the f word.

I didn't have anything to do this evening, so I walked over to Fenway Park. It's about a mile away from where I'm staying. I got to peek around a little bit because they left the lower level open, but it's really not so interesting when there's not a game going on. It is a great looking stadium, though; I'd love to hit up a game there. Sadly, the Red Sox aren't here while I'm here, and I couldn't find a large enough group of hobos to field two entire teams and play for my own amusement. That sucks, and I consider it to be the big disappointment of the trip so far.

The Red Sox are playing in Toronto so I got to thinking that maybe I could go see them anyway. Not only would that be a mighty adventure, but I could see a new country. Unfortunately, Google Maps tells me that Toronto is 540 miles away. Man! It's like a whole nother country away! I'd like to say for the record that if I ever go to Canada, I'd probably never go back. I love Canadians.

I still did get to see Fenway, though, and one nice thing about seeing Fenway is that it's another historic baseball stadium that I can mark off the list. Going to see places like that is probably a distinctly guy thing, but I always have a lot of fun on these jaunts. For the record, the list of historic baseball stadiums goes Wrigley Field, Fenway Park, Yankee Stadium, and of course, the Ballpark in Arlington. I don't wan to brag, but I've been to them all, fools! Where do I go now? Please don't tell me it's WNBA arenas.