A hot summer night in Harvard Square. The usual crowd of upscale teens and suburbanites is missing. People have gathered around the window of Cardullo’s gourmet food store — in the store window is a large screen TV, tuned to the Red Sox game, with the sound piped outside on a hidden speaker. This is a real public service, since you can no longer watch the Sox on broadcast TV — it’s cable only.
There’s maybe thirty or forty people, much more of a mix than you usually see nowadays in Harvard Square, sort of like the Square was twenty or thirty years ago with academics and regular working people. Some fans actually brought lawn chairs to sit in. A couple of motorcycle cops sit astride their Harleys nearby, pretending to not look at the game. These Red Sox fans take up the whole sidewalk, and spill out onto the street. We walk around them, in the street — it is not wise to walk between Sox fans and a TV screen at this point in the season.
Something good must be happening in the game, because the fans all cheer and the motorcycle cops look up.
It might just have been Ortiz’s ninth inning three run homer you walked past.
Lucky you, out there in Red Sox land.
How lousy is it that the Sox aren’t on broadcast TV anymore?
Jim and I are NOT happy about it.
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Jean — We walked by much earlier in the game. It sounded more like the cheer that goes with a well-earned base hit. Wish we had been there for Ortiz’s great hit….
Abs — Totally lousy.