Today is a holiday in Massachusetts. Patriots Day. Did I get the day off from work? Nope. I live in Massachusetts and I work in Massachusetts but I did not get the day off.
Bummer.
The Red Sox played their annual Boston Marathon Monday 11:00am game. As the leaders were crossing the finish line I had a break between my nearly endless string of conferences calls that was long enough for me to put the game on the radio for a couple of innings.
The very first word I heard from the broadcast was, “disaster.” Uh oh. It was the third inning and Sonny Gray had just been pulled due to an injury. Disaster, indeed. Crud.
On one of my endless conference calls today a coworker from another group mentioned that she is about to go on a trip to Bermuda. I am so jealous. My parents went to Bermuda on their honeymoon. Based on that it’s practically required that I go someday, isn’t it? That’s how it works, right?
251 years ago today the American Revolution began with a fight in Concord, MA that extended into a Colonial Militia harrassing a column of British troops in Lexington, MA. The shot heard ‘round the world, as it were.
That’s what happens when you piss off people from Massachusetts. Bank on it, mother fuckers.
I am so sick of seeing the nation that grew from that event in 1775 being run by fascists and pedophiles and criminals of all shapes and sizes. I am fucking sick of it.
I am so fucking mad I can’t even think straight anymore. Furious is way too polite a word.
Happy Patriots Day. No, we don’t have a holiday for a shitty football team. The Commonwealth of Massachusetts has a state holiday to remember the start of the American Revolution. Fucking irony, eh?
Today is Marathon Monday in Boston. As a result, it is also the day we have the weirdness known as the 11:00am Red Sox game. The game starts early so that it ends at about the same time the Marathon runners are reaching Kenmore Square. You go to Fenway Park, watch the Red Sox, leave Fenway Park and head for the Green Line station and catch the leaders as they fly by. I’ve only participated in this once but it was a really cool experience.
Every year when Patriots Day comes around I go to work like it’s a normal Monday but I promise myself, I full on swear to myself, that next year… next year I am going to go to the North Bridge re-enactment of the first shots of the American Revolution in Minuteman National Park in Concord, MA and then I am going to go to the Red Sox game and then I am going to watch a bit of the Boston Marathon and then I will still be home before dinner.
And then every year I forget all about it until I wake up and realize it is Patriots Day again and I forgot about all of it. Oh well.
So the Pope died on Easter Sunday, eh? Wouldn’t it have been more on brand if he had died on Good Friday? Sorry… too soon?
I can’t help but be flippant about everything on Earth today. On top of the continuing collapse of American Democracy, I watched season two episode two of The Last of Us last night and it absolutely destroyed me. I knew from talking to a gamer player a few years ago that last night’s twist was coming, but I didn’t know when. I figured it would be late in the season, maybe in the finale. Nope. Episode two. On top of the twist, the whole thing going on in the town (no spoilers!) was maybe the most intense episode of television I’ve ever sat through. Damn. Just… damn.
In an attempt to calm myself down after watching that show last night, here’s a cat.
The Red Sox played the annual Patriots Day/Boston Marathon Monday 11:00am game today. Morning baseball, everyone!
I always enjoy listening to the Marathon Monday game on the radio while I’m at work. I don’t know why, it’s just something I particularly like to do. Today’s game was tough for a bunch of reasons. I had a whole pile of meetings on my calendar, but there were breaks during game time so it was okay. In the end the Red Sox lost to Cleveland. It was close through most of the game but once The Guardians started hitting it was painful. Lots of defensive screw ups for the Red Sox, including two players crashing into each other hard enough to draw blood. Ouch.
Those aren’t the worst parts of the game though. The worst part was the radio broadcast. As soon as I logged onto the MLB app and brought up the audio I wanted to yell at WEEI and shut it off. I didn’t, but I should have. The radio announcing team included Sean McDonough. I fucking hate Sean McDonough. He used to do Red Sox TV broadcasts years and years ago (before getting the job doing Monday Night Football? Was that really a thing?) and he sucked to high heaven. I hated every single syllable that came out of his asshole of a mouth. Ugh, I fucking hate that guy! I’d rather listen to a baby crying at 100 decibels for three hours than listen to that prick call a game.
I listened to the game though. I didn’t let that butt munch ruin my Patriots Day. Screw that guy. The team losing was just fitting though. Yeah, screw that guy.
On Patriots Day in Massachusetts, the Boston Red Sox play a morning game, which starts at 11:00am. It’s timed so that the fans will exit Fenway Park just about the same time the Boston Marathon reaches Kenmore Square. It’s a great little mini-tradition, and I always enjoy listening to the Sox game on the radio while I work.
Today’s haiku for you is the story of how WEEI and the Red Sox ruined it for me today.
Turn on the Sox game and hear Sean McDonough’s voice. Fucking hate that guy.
I got up early this morning to put the trash out on the street. When I came back inside Jen reminded me that yesterday was a state holiday, Patriots Day, and trash pick up will be tomorrow.
Sonofa…
Did you see those pictures of the cellar floor last night? We’re coming to the end, aren’t we. A few more days to finish the floor and all the baseboards and finishing touches. We have a couple of pieces of furniture coming this weekend. Soon enough we’re going to have us a nice little living room down there.
What else is going on? I have another doctors appointment tomorrow. A pre-screening at the hospital. I don’t know what that means, but it has something to do with anesthesia. Prep work.
Two weeks and one day until surgery. Two weeks after that Harry comes home for the summer. The month of May is going to be a busy one, right?
went for a ride one night, which lead to some farmers and other dudes getting into a shooting fight with a bunch of foreign dudes in red coats at this spot…
*At the time Paul Revere went for his ride the area now known as the state of Maine was part of Massachusetts. It wasn’t until 1820 that Maine became a state on it’s own. Massachusetts has spent the last 201 years lamenting the loss of Old Orchard Beach and Bar Harbor and (eventually) Stephen King.
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