Most beautiful ugly thing ever

[kiya]

After having lunch and hanging out with larksdream and vectorvillain, I caught the T to Kenmore. Put in the iPod, turned it on, and it started playing "I'm Still Standing". Yeah.

kviri called me while I was dithering around Gate C and we Marco-Poloed until we found each other, and then we stood around chatting and waiting for yehoshua. Who showed up wearing a chartreuse shirt. I told him it was terrifying, and he thanked me. kviri swapped his rained-out tickets for tickets to today's game. I mentioned that I was bringing the forces of anti-angst into the park, and we discussed whether or not it was too late for such. (I was wearing my RSFAAI shirt.) I noted that every time I've worn the RSFAAI shirt to a game, the results have been ugly, and the Sox have won.

kviri and I went in, wandered about a bit, found our seats, and sat down. He had WEEI in one ear and me in the other; I pulled out my copy of Boston Baseball and teinedreugan's pen and got ready to score the game. (There was a moment of panic when I thought I had lost said pen, but it was eventually located.)

The Kingston Trio performed the nat'l anthem. And then they performed MTA. I have now heard the Kingston Trio live. This so rules. Must call Dad and inform him.

The cold didn't bother me for about four innings, at which point I zipped up my jacket and was good for a little while longer. My scorecard started out fairly neat and legible; as time went on, the marks on it got less and less coherent, the pitch count erratic, and the rest of it hard to follow. (On the pitchers' part of the scorecard, one of the Yankees relievers is listed as G-seismograph-output.)

I spent large portions of the game after the sixth or so saying, "Baserunners, baserunners, give me a baserunner." It seemed to work a fair amount of the time, though I often had to modify the chant to, "More baserunners, not just changing the one we have." (Likewise, I corrected a "Hit the ball" directed at Tek to "Hit the ball fair and not at a fielder." Specificity is important.)

The Obligatory Obnoxious Drunks actually got more in key the more sloshed they got; they managed to handle the 'oh oh oh' in "Sweet Caroline" without anyone going significantly flat. (That's the eighth inning.)

Lowe was pulled too early.

If they can strike out Matsui they can accomplish anything.

kviri said sometime in the maybe eleventh that he'd decided a couple of innings ago that the entire thing was impossible, so it wasn't getting any more impossible.

Bottom of every inning starting in the ninth I said something to the effect of, "C'mon, get a run and we can all go home." In about the eleventh I added, "Before we freeze to death."

Is Cookie hitting a two-run home run now the traditional end to an extra-inning game? (Due to coldness and enthusiasm, my HR notation for that play takes up approximately four boxes in the 'Zen scoring' portion of my scorecard.)

On the way back to the T I saw a shirt that apparently said "Big Papi" in sign language. Debated buying one. Too cold to stop, wanted to go home. So I went and caught the T and spent for-fucking-ever camped at Gummint Centah waiting for them to move the train so I could get home.

Dug out "Dirty Water" on the iPod while waiting to get on the train at Kenmore.

Still cold.

And incoherent.

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[lysana.livejournal.com]

Is Cookie hitting a two-run home run now the traditional end to an extra-inning game?

I'm beginning to think this as well. My mind keeps going to Shango in his sports path whenever Ortiz takes the mound. If I'm not careful, I'm going to owe Shango something. Or maybe I know ssmething about Ortiz that I wouldn't otherwise...