first Sox game of the season. a 12-0 SPANK delivered by Tampa Bay?? we managed 4 innings in the cold and decided to make our way inside and chilled around the bar. the indoor portion of the 300 level at Sox Park is like a weird airport food court mated with a Radison conference room. and it's warm.
Jeff buried in a chair.
I'm hammered and sitting on the floor.
I'm hammered and sitting on the floor.
so many people drunk out of disappointment at this moment.
i think he's about to mosh. we are notorious for moshing the drunk out.
furiously celebrating the view of the city.
post game sac of fries for me, sac of future vomit for JJ.
Jeff lives within walking distance/a perfect bar crawl of the stadium. do you know how great it is to walk into a bar with Stevie Wonder and the best classic soul blasting, everyone in Sox gear and the assurance that your shots will get cheaper as long as you keep singing along?
