Friday, 2:00 p.m.: DEiddy IMs me to tell me he has tickets for that night’s playoff game, Sox v. Indians, Beckett v. Sabathia. Would I be interested? Why yes, thank you very much.
2:10 p.m.: I wisely decide that LBC will take the other ticket. Not only is she my #1 Sox Fan, she also has a car to get herself to the rendezvous point to retrieve the tickets.
4:25 p.m.: I stick my head in my boss’s office to tell him I’m leaving early to race home and get warmer clothing before heading to Fenway. “Take me with you!” he says.
5:25p.m.: I text LBC from the bus: “All aboard the 5:00 bus, which doesn’t leave until 5:20. Ef the MBTA.” My plan to get home early is foiled by a schedule readjustment.
5:55 p.m.: Gloves: check; hat: check. Email friends to say I won’t be able to watch with them @ bar: check.
6:45 p.m. Meet up with LBC on schedule.
7:00 p.m. We’re in our amazing seats (see pic).
7:15 p.m. We realize that not having to watch game on Fox makes this worth every penny and moment of logistical coordination.
10:35 p.m. Sox Win!