In celebration of Labor Day Phil and I took a trip to Fenway Park to see our best in the league Red Sox take on the Toronto Blue Jays. I grabbed a 12 pack of Miller Lite for the ride up to Boston and we pregamed at a cozy little spot on Brighton Ave called The Gray Impala. For the record, ‘The Gray Impala’ is just Phil’s car where we sat and drank beer while watching BU freshmen girls walk by. After that we wrapped a couple beers in some packing tissue paper for the walk in to Kenmore Sq. Apparently I hadn’t packed my beer sufficiently as it slipped through my hands in a crosswalk and I had to run back to the car to get another one. We met up with Phil’s union buddies at Pizzeria Uno’s and they bought us each a 22oz Bud light. We also met up with Steve, some random union webmaster guy who Phil said he’s give a ticket too. Outside Uno’s we met Phil’s friend Melinda who would complete our foursome as we headed into the park.
Melinda and I:
Upon questioning she had never heard of the establishment known as ‘The Gray Impala’ despite living in Boston all her life.
Since we had standing room only tickets we moved into the park a bit earlier than usual and settled along the first base line behind section 15 which gave a good view of the field except for the occasional fly ball. I got beers and Italian sausages for us to get started. Around the 1st or 2nd inning Phil noticed a lonely beer underneath the seat in front of us that we determined the owner to have forgotten about. I made a subtle move to sit in the empty seat behind it, untie and retie both my shoes, grab the beer, return to our standing spot to distribute among our cups and discard the evidence in a near by trash can.
The Lonely Beer:
Phil spotted a female vendor he had seen a year before and showed her a picture of themselves he had taken on his phone the year prior, so I took another picture of them here.
(Phil prefers to keep his identity secret)
We made friendly banter among fellow patrons and Phil seemed to be chatting up some broad on our left. He offered to give her some room to stand next us under the condition that he would stand behind her in an intimate manner. When she rejected his offer Phil remarked to some guy she came to the game with “If you were me you would have tried the same thing” to which the guy replied “Well, I wouldn’t with my own sister.” Everyone laughed after that. Upon further inquisition the broad in question revealed that she was only 16 years old, after which I made a Chris Hansen reference.
Here’s a picture of me in front of the field, the 16 year old with cleavage can be seen in light blue in the bottom left.
At some point in the game Phil escorted this quiet polite old couple to their seats as they were lost and too afraid to ask people in their row to stand up for them. Phil used to be a vendor at Fenway so he knows the park well. Later in the game Phil also offered his services to some cougars who he also escorted to their seats. The brunette seemed really drunk and slutty and took a liking to me and Phil. She must have been late 30’s at best but still had a tramp stamp.
Here’s Phil and some older broads.
