Transplanted Life
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Takes a little bit of the sting out of a loss
One thing about it being one's last week on a job that's kind of nice is that the little things that people disapprove of doesn't phase you any more. Like, yesterday afternoon, you could just see the look on my manager's face when he told me I had a message from my roommate. I know he wanted to talk down to me about how I should handle my personal business on my own time, but I would be gone at the end of the week, so what was the point? Instead, I think he just took satisfaction in my having to use my break to go find a pay phone to call Maureen back at work.

Fortunately, she was at the front desk and answered the phone herself. Turns out she wound up "stuck" with three Red Sox tickets when the guests who had requested them opted to go see "The Lion King" instead. So, was I up for it?

Well, yeah. There aren't any more tickets available from the team, and I'm not going to give the parasites who line the way between Kenmore station and Fenway Park the money they want - I can't afford it even if I didn't object to it on principle; they add no value or convenience to their merchandise. Unless I get drawn for a chance to buy postseason tickets I can't afford, it was probably my last chance to see the Sox in person this year. And, hey, it's the Orioles, so there's a good chance to see a victory, right?

Ah, but I hadn't reckoned with Tim Wakefield's ability to just suddenly have nothing. Knuckleballers do that; they'll just be cruising along and then, suddenly, wham!, out comes the suck. Then, after they've given up five runs in the time it takes you to buy a hot dog, everything's back to normal. It's like a baseball flash flood.

So, anyway, it got ugly, go to ESPN for the details. What was cool was that the Farrelly Brothers are filming Fever Pitch in and around Fenway Park this month, and so we all got to stay and be extras. I did a complete girly squeal upon hearing that; I'm not the biggest fan of the brothers (it's kind of been downhill since There's Something About Mary), but, still, getting to watch a movie being filmed is pretty cool. Took about twenty minutes after the game, but it was fun. Also, it made me like Johnny Damon even more - he was one of the few players who stuck around, and you could tell he liked being able to lead the fans in a "Yankees Suck" chant while psyching up the crowd. You just can't do that during the game.

Anyway, the movie comes out next summer. It was the last scene, and I'm the brunette in the navy Red Sox t-shirt, next to the two girls kissing. (I guess Maureen's going to have to come out by then, unless they opt not to use that angle, though why wouldn't they?)

Only downside is that I had to tell Doug that I couldn't make it to the movie over the phone, leaving a message with his assistant. That always feels awkward.

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