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I spent all day Saturday on the field at Fenway. In preparation for the Red Sox home opener, Brian and I signed up as "volunteer flag rollers" (without really knowing what that meant). It turned out that the job title was a completely acurate description of what we did for five straight hours: We rolled the gigantic flags that were dropped down in front of the Green Monster before today's game started. We were among the forty or so people who were on their hands and knees in left field taking directions from an old man with a piercing megaphone.
"ROLL! ROLL! ROLL!"
(Actually, now that I think about it, I felt like a slave to that jerk off. Only difference was that I had volunteered for the job instead of being born into it.)
When the flags had properly been folded and raised to the top of the Monster, they let them go. All that hard work for a practice run. Anyway, at that point, our job was to grab the bottoms of the flags so they wouldn't blow away, thus ensuring that the entire park would be able to see them well. The "wow" factor was supposed to be when the new 2007 Champions flag came down over the old 2004 one. We did it perfectly. The flags didn't get caught in the wind; they came down gracefully and without problems.
So today I parked myself on the couch with a bag of Cheetos to watch the opening day ceremonies, anxiously awaiting the dropping of the flags. I wanted to see how our hard work had paid off. Sure enough, it was timed perfectly to the music of the Boston Pops. The little red flags symbolizing the old championships came down, and the huge 2004 flag came down over them. Seconds later, the 2007 one was left go from the top. It began to unroll...
It should have been beautiful.
Fucking sea breeze.
The 2007 flag floated up like a mammoth tent, and even on my crappy TV I could hear the 40,000 people at Fenway giggling.
Seriously. It was like they were all laughing at ME, even though I wasn't there and had nothing to do with it.
"ROLL! ROLL! ROLL!"
(Actually, now that I think about it, I felt like a slave to that jerk off. Only difference was that I had volunteered for the job instead of being born into it.)
When the flags had properly been folded and raised to the top of the Monster, they let them go. All that hard work for a practice run. Anyway, at that point, our job was to grab the bottoms of the flags so they wouldn't blow away, thus ensuring that the entire park would be able to see them well. The "wow" factor was supposed to be when the new 2007 Champions flag came down over the old 2004 one. We did it perfectly. The flags didn't get caught in the wind; they came down gracefully and without problems.
So today I parked myself on the couch with a bag of Cheetos to watch the opening day ceremonies, anxiously awaiting the dropping of the flags. I wanted to see how our hard work had paid off. Sure enough, it was timed perfectly to the music of the Boston Pops. The little red flags symbolizing the old championships came down, and the huge 2004 flag came down over them. Seconds later, the 2007 one was left go from the top. It began to unroll...
It should have been beautiful.
Fucking sea breeze.
The 2007 flag floated up like a mammoth tent, and even on my crappy TV I could hear the 40,000 people at Fenway giggling.
Seriously. It was like they were all laughing at ME, even though I wasn't there and had nothing to do with it.