Beer, Booze, Blood, and BoSox
Here it is, the long awaited journal update....spread the word, tell your friends! :) All it took was event that hasn't happened since Woodrow Wilson was our President (anyone remember him?) haha probably not....unless I have a random 100 year old man reading my journal (which is highly unlikely in the extreme). But anyway, the day that many of us thought we'd never live to see finally happened. The 2004 Boston Red Sox are WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS!
Watching on campus I was wondering the excitment of winning the World Series could match the jubilation that we felt when the Red Sox came all the way back from a 0-3 deficit to beat the Yankees (finally) in game 7. Well it didn't take long for me to get the answer. Going outside hundreds and hundreds of my classmates had gathered outside in the center common here at USM. All yelling and screaming in joy. Some were holding brooms up high (for the sweep), some were setting of fireworks in the middle of the mob high into the sky, much to everyone's delight, many guys were smoking victory cigars, and chants of "Yankees suck!", "Lets go Red Sox", "We're #1", "Jeter Swallows" and "Show your tits!" At least 7 different girls got up on guys shoulders and bared their breasts at the urging of the crowd. Some idiot walked into the mop with a yankees hat on (which was quickly taken, thrown on the ground and lit on fire. Some guy with a megaphone got the huge crowd into a tight circle around 2 guys who were about to wrestle in a pit fighting like contest. The larger guy picked up the other guy and slammed him to the ground in a rock-bottom type move. Several more matches took place before they decided to mosh pit, and elbows and shoulders were flying everywhere bloodying some lips and noses. An endless loop of "Dirty Water" was being played over and over out the window of someone's room in Upton-Hastings. A one point someone their hat into the crowd, and I reached out and caught it, right before the bill was about to hit an inattentive guy in the face. He comes over and Hugs me and says "Holy Shit! That was an awesome catch. You just saved my life! Yo, this guy just saved my life!" I say "Dude, Fucking Red Sox, can you believe it?!" Random acts of fun and mishchief continued for about another 60-90 minutes (who looks at their watch during something like this) before the crowd started to thin and I walked back to my room.
I'm so happy and relieved for many reasons. Mostly because I will be able to get back and concentrate on my school work and finish this semester strong. Now that there are no more late baseball games to watch I should be able to update my journal more frequently. Until then, party hard...celebrate...love that "Dirty Water"
Watching on campus I was wondering the excitment of winning the World Series could match the jubilation that we felt when the Red Sox came all the way back from a 0-3 deficit to beat the Yankees (finally) in game 7. Well it didn't take long for me to get the answer. Going outside hundreds and hundreds of my classmates had gathered outside in the center common here at USM. All yelling and screaming in joy. Some were holding brooms up high (for the sweep), some were setting of fireworks in the middle of the mob high into the sky, much to everyone's delight, many guys were smoking victory cigars, and chants of "Yankees suck!", "Lets go Red Sox", "We're #1", "Jeter Swallows" and "Show your tits!" At least 7 different girls got up on guys shoulders and bared their breasts at the urging of the crowd. Some idiot walked into the mop with a yankees hat on (which was quickly taken, thrown on the ground and lit on fire. Some guy with a megaphone got the huge crowd into a tight circle around 2 guys who were about to wrestle in a pit fighting like contest. The larger guy picked up the other guy and slammed him to the ground in a rock-bottom type move. Several more matches took place before they decided to mosh pit, and elbows and shoulders were flying everywhere bloodying some lips and noses. An endless loop of "Dirty Water" was being played over and over out the window of someone's room in Upton-Hastings. A one point someone their hat into the crowd, and I reached out and caught it, right before the bill was about to hit an inattentive guy in the face. He comes over and Hugs me and says "Holy Shit! That was an awesome catch. You just saved my life! Yo, this guy just saved my life!" I say "Dude, Fucking Red Sox, can you believe it?!" Random acts of fun and mishchief continued for about another 60-90 minutes (who looks at their watch during something like this) before the crowd started to thin and I walked back to my room.
I'm so happy and relieved for many reasons. Mostly because I will be able to get back and concentrate on my school work and finish this semester strong. Now that there are no more late baseball games to watch I should be able to update my journal more frequently. Until then, party hard...celebrate...love that "Dirty Water"