screamin beagles

so, i’m back from my roadtrip to BC. it was me, the wife and the boy child (who oddly doesn’t like sports). we met up with the wife’s sister and husband, where we stayed for the weekend (hopkinton).

the fantasy of getting off of the T, waltzing past my old dorm and through campus on the way to the stadium never materialized. we parked at cleveland circle (the backside) and only made it in as far as the stadium. i didn’t even hit the bookstore for a T shirt.

i guess when you’re playing with others, things like that happen. i tend to want to break free of the pack and then meet back up later. this whole dragging everyone along with me thing makes me think i’d rather not do it at all.

shinskie played well. there were some dropped balls, and a couple of one-handed snabs to even it all out. he can fire a football. we’ll see what he looks like against notre dame next week. and of course i’m telling the boy child that we’re here watching because some guy from the bar is playing quarterback for the home team. he wasn’t terribly impressed.

it struck me that i watch high school ball live. and that i don’t tailgate. and that i leave most games before the clock runs out because i have to be back at the bar to help when the rush arrives. so i thought it was normal to get there, go right in, and leave early (since the game was in hand at that point). my sister in law was grateful. my brother in law thought i was trying to be nice to the girls.

there was a bus trip from town that went up. in pregame i decided i wanted a program, so i’m wandering around the lower deck. i come across some rails that were moved so the players could make their way in and out of the locker room. fine. i stop. and decide that here would be a good place to run into someone from town. so i scan the folks for familiar faces. and i find one, but i can’t remember the guy’s name. so instead of blurting out a “hey there!” right away, i decide to figure out the dude’s name first, and then blurt out “hey mike!” or whatever.

then it hits me. that’s doug flutie. i don’t really know him. i just recognize the face. i figured we didn’t have much to talk about.

i think he has a nephew on the team that holds for kicks.

the game was cool. the trip was cool. the hitting the old school and unlocking some memories and a sense of time passed was a complete effin swing and a miss. i only did a summer session at BC (comp sci). but i was 16 years old, so it left quite the impression.

coming home sunday i had had four complete days away from the tavern, so i feel the need to hit the ground running. but, we’re closed. i decide to get in some excercise. it had been forever since i did any workouts (since around when the kids started school i think). i’m easing into it. followed up today with a session of abs and cardio. tonight i had to hold my gut when i laughed because it hurt.

nice

PHILS - are making me happy. it’s fun to be in the middle of a crowded bar yelling “we play 27 outs around here. and i don’t know where you’re from, but 2 strikes don’t make an out!” of course tonight there was only one strike on Rollins. last monday there were two strikes on Utley, so i felt like i could get away with that because they’re drunk and with two out in the ninth inning, it’s close enough.

i think they’ll make it to the world series again this year. they’ve been rooting for a yankees/phillies WS around here for a month now. it may come to pass.

CARDS – next post.

October 20, 2009 Posted in: Uncategorized