Back in the homeland

Carol’s flight into Boston was on time, but mine was delayed, and it was late when i got to the hotel. I went straight to the hotel bar to get a burger.

The Red Sox game was showing on the TV in the hotel bar. Bottom of the eighth, the Sox leading the Orioles 9 to 3, and big David Ortiz is at bat. Gregg, the Baltimore pitcher throws a pitch so far inside that Ortiz has to take a step back. “Didja see that look Ortiz gave him?” says the guy next to me in his Boston accent. Two more pitches exactly like that, and Ortiz yells something at Gregg. The guy sitting next to me says, “Jeez, Ortiz is not happy with that.” One more pitch, Ortiz pops up to center field, Gregg makes some kind of gesture at him, next thing you know both dugouts and both bullpens are out in the field mixing it up — desultory commentary provided by two guys with Boston accents sitting at a Boston bar.

OK, I live in the Bay Area now, and of course I like northern California weather better, and yes everyone is friendlier there, and people don’t drive like crazed maniacs the way they do in Boston. But for someone who grew up in eastern New England, there’s nothing like sitting in a bar watching the Sox with other people who speak God’s own English. It’s like being back in the homeland or something.

4 thoughts on “Back in the homeland”

  1. cracked me up to get your text! I was ensconced in a lovely, quiet and dignified dinner in the los altos hills – but woulda been wicked psyched for some fried clams ann’a Sam Adams wit ya!

  2. Fried clams are another thing it’s hard to find here in the Bay Area. Praise be for Old Port Lobster Shack.

  3. Amy, now that I’m in Maine, I’ll eat some fried clams for you sometime this week. I’m staying a ten minute walk from one of the best clam shacks around….

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