Posts Tagged ‘Fenway Park’

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Nightmare in the Fens


October 24th, 2013 Posted 8:09 am

“I had a terrible nightmare last night,” Spence says. “Want to hear it?”

“Describe a dream, lose a reader,” says Admin. “But go ahead.”

“Okay. I dreamed Fenway Park was getting bulldozed. The infield looked like an open-pit mine.”

“Did they find the rest of Ted Williams?”

“That’s not funny. What do you think the dream means?”

“Bet the ranch on the Red Sox. Dreams run counterclockwise.”

Welcome Miss Pretty & Edgar.


Patriots’ Day (More)


April 17th, 2012 Posted 8:46 am

“We didn’t give enough background yesterday, did we?” says Admin.

“About Patriots’ Day?” Spence says. “I guess not. I didn’t realize how little known it is in the rest of the country. To say nothing of the rest of the world, and there are people here on the blog from the rest of the world.”

“Canada, for example. Let’s hear it for Rocket Richard!”

“I’m sorry?” Spence says. He gives Admin a look. “Anyway, Patriots’ Day is in memory of the start of the Revolutionary War at the battles of Lexington Green and the Old North Bridge in Concord. That’s what Emerson was referencing here:”

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.

“Embattled farmers,” Admin says. “That’s good stuff.”

“And now we have embattled marathoners every Patriots’ Day, as well as a morning game at Fenway Park featuring embattled Red Sox. It’s a nice partial sort of holiday.”

“More holidays!”

Welcome Luppo and Hilla (both reindeer herders from Finland) and O’Brien.




August 27th, 2011 Posted 7:39 am

“You’ve got tickets to the noon game at Fenway Park today?” says Admin.

“Uh-huh,” Spence says.

“Plan to go?”


“Heard of Irene?”

Spence nods. “But it’s the Red Sox,” he says.

“What if they call the game while you’re on your way up there?” Admin says. “What if they play a few innings and then call it, and close the bridges before you can get back?”

“Lester’s pitching,” Spence says.

Welcome Kelly from the Adirondacks.

We’ll be back tomorrow, as long as there’s power.


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