Just in case you are immersed in some upstart sport like say, soccer (okay, football to some of you) or extreme Frisbee, you may not know that the Boston Red Sox just won the World Series. Still unclear? Think World Cup. And your home team just won it. Big doings.
So on the spur of the moment, my Significant Other and I jumped in the car on Saturday and headed to the celebratory parade to be held in the streets of
which is about an hour and a half drive from Welcome Words land. We left at and the parade was scheduled for 10. As far
as I could tell, everyone else in Massachusetts
woke up at to slog to a train,
and then elbowed their way onto the subway (aka the “T”). Others arrived at
their chosen parade spot by ,
dragging along sleepy children.
Miraculously we circumvented all the traffic and all the crowds, and chose our spot on
Street at .
Easy-peasy. We spent the entire rest of the day congratulating ourselves for
We all waited. And waited.
And became as one with our spot on the sidewalk.
But then, finally - Could it be? Yes! Here they came!!
And after we had all applauded everyone - players, owners, managers, grounds crew, local cops, local firemen, the EMTs, and anyone else who was remotely connected to the Sox,
after the last duck boat, here came a flatbed with the person we all know is a shoo-in for the next mayor of Boston:
Best Day Evah!