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tonight's Red Sox game against the Devil Rays is I think the best ball game I've seen at Fenway. Wakefield was amazing.

(Apologies to [livejournal.com profile] plorkwort for the traffic.)
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http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/articles/2006/08/02/fans_do_some_bird_watching/

The game wasn't horrible -- the Red Sox were only down by two for most of the game and were getting people on base pretty consistently, so they had a decent shot at catching up -- but it wasn't very inspiring, either. So it was nice that in the ninth inning the entire ballpark decided to ignore the game and instead focussed its attention and enthusiasm on a blackbird that hung out on second base for a while before starting down the base path towards third. The crowd cheered for it, and 'Blackbird' and 'Make A Little Birdhouse In Your Soul' played over the PA.

The bird couldn't fly, but it wasn't totally clear to me if it was hurt or just young. I hope it is OK. I hoped that the newspaper would say if it got taken to an animal hospital or something, but the Globe seems to be silent on this question. I didn't see it on the field after the game was over so hopefully someone took care of it.

The Globe article otherwise describes the situation and sequence of events pretty well, including the part where Casey Blake of the Indians almost stepped on it. Grrr. Also, it has a picture.
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I was trying to find the Stephen Crane poem 'In the Desert', so I did a google search for "because it is bitter". Google helpfully suggested:
Did you mean: "because it is better"
That would be a no.

I did find the poem, and I also found some comments by readers:
it dont understand what it means! it seems pretty wierd to me. but i wouldnt know anything about it.
and:
the creature he sees is a red sox fan,might even had been i, of course that was before 2003 world series in which i reply; the creature was from the evil empire, a yankee fan there after evermore
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[livejournal.com profile] cgoldfish and I went to see the Red Sox play today at noon (the first game of a doubleheader), with tickets provided by my father and stepmother (who also attended the game), and it was a lot of fun! And the Red Sox won! Huzzah! Although [livejournal.com profile] annarama points out they lost the second game of the doubleheader.

Man, but I could sleep for about a thousand years now.

Anyway, after the game we all went to a barbeque place for an early dinner or late lunch, and after we ate we all decided to make use of the bathrooms before we headed to the subway station.

In this particular restaurant, the men's and women's rooms both are just single rooms with locks; there aren't separate stalls (and there's only a toilet in the men's room, no urinal). The result is that there is often a long line at the men's room (but not the women's room for some reason).

This upsetting of the natural order of things makes some men unhappy. (My stepmother and [livejournal.com profile] cgoldfish seemed to get a certain pleasure out of it, however.) While my father and I were waiting for the men's room to be vacated, another guy walked up and got in line behind us. After a few seconds, he said, "Is there more than one toilet in there?"

"No," we said, "just one."

But, you know, seeing is believing, so after pondering the situation for a brief moment he strode forward decisively and pushed the door open about a foot so he could check out the situation. The occupant of the bathroom hadn't locked the door, probably assuming that since there was a line it wasn't necessary, and so Mr. Impatient got a good look at another man peeing into the single toilet in the bathroom.

"Oh, jeez," he said, disgusted, and he walked away. My father and I looked at each other. I said, "I think I'll lock the door when it's my turn."

I think that the guy left because he realized that by pushing the door open he had revealed that he didn't trust our word on this important question, and that waiting in line with us would therefore be a little awkward. He may also have wished to avoid encountering the guy he had just seen peeing.

This somehow reminds me of an earlier bathroom adventure.
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A cover of a song originally recorded in 1903. Some of the lyrics in the original Harry Macdonough recording were a little difficult to decypher, so I might not have got them all right.

Here is an explanation of this song.
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I took a half-day vacation today and went to see a Red Sox game in Boston with my father and his wife. We all sort of expected that the game would actually be rained out, but it wasn't, although there was an inning or two where things were pretty wet out there.

We had good seats:



and the game was nice and exciting, although unfortunately the Red Sox lost to the Chicago White Sox 8-7.

[Some pictures from the game and from a carnival I went to last week.]

Things really got exciting at the bottom of the fifth when Manny Ramirez got a home run and tied up the game 4-4. I happened to record the sounds of the crowd whistling and shouting 'MAN-NY! MAN-NY!' while he was at bat. (The recording cuts off just when he hit a foul ball, but shortly after that he hit a home run, so there you are!)

I got to see two guys from my fantasy baseball team play: Kevin Millar of the Red Sox, who hit a home run in the bottom of the ninth and brought the game within one run of a tie (totals for the evening: 1 hit, 1 base on balls, 2 runs, 2 rbi), and Cliff Politte of the White Sox, who allowed a couple of hits and let the bases get loaded in 1/3 of an inning but who still managed to escape without any runs being charged to him.

It was a great evening! Now if only another guy could have been on base when Millar got the home run ...
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In my previous post I predicted that nobody would show up for our show yesterday due to the conflict with Game 7, and [livejournal.com profile] sunburn wondered if I was right or not. Rather than answer there, I choose to create a new Livejournal answer dedicated to the issue! Yay free will!

The answer is, yeah, it was pretty accurate. There were times when there were a bunch of people in the coffee shop, but nobody I knew (with one exception), and the vast majority of the time there were six or fewer customers.

The exception was one of the science teachers I had in junior high school, who didn't know I was going to be playing there but happened to stop in with his daughter and enjoyed our playing and then told me I looked vaguely familiar. He requested that we play a Grateful Dead song, so we played Dire Wolf, and he was pretty psyched and asked for our information and said he would recommend us to people he knew and suggested some places we might try to get gigs. Yay junior high school science teacher!

The evening came to a slightly depressing note. We made a total of seven dollars in tips. Also, we were told at the beginning of the evening that we had twelve bucks credit for food, so we each got a sandwich, I got a couple of sodas, and Chris got some coffee. At the end of the evening we were told that it was $12 total, not $12 each as we had assumed, and so it turned out that we owed the coffee shop $6.84, giving us a tidy profit of eight cents each. Oh well.

Then I got to listen to the Red Sox lose to the Yankees on the ride home (the final home run was hit just as I was pulling into my parking space). Waah!

Still, the show overall was fun and what little feedback we got was positive, and I think we would have done a lot better had we not been competing with the baseball event of the decade. I wrote to the proprietors after I got home and let them know that we were interested in doing another show if they wanted to have us back.

The set lists:

Sound Check:
Sweet Home Chicago

1st set
Rider on the Rain
Early in the Morning
Early In The Morning
That's All Right
Low Land
Big Road Blues
Cabbage Head
Mick McGuire
Dead Flowers
Anabelle
Dire Wolf
Before You Accuse Me
Midnight Special
Thorn In Your Side

2nd set (as best as I can remember)
The Local Expatriate
It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
Sin City
Lady Luck
Folsom Prison
Bright Lights, Big City
Gypsy Woman
Helpless
Johnny B. Goode
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Nobody will show up for tonight's show (at 8 pm at the Java Hut in Worcester) as it conflicts with Game 7 of the Red Sox/Yankees series.

(To tell the truth, I've been trying to come up with a way that I can keep up with the box scores myself ...)

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