Thoughts from a train

Game On.

Sox season starts tomorrow at 6am with a game against the A’s in Japan.  I will wake up and watch the first few innings before getting out the door.

I read about the Cask and game On being open at 5:30 am to let fans in. And people will be there. Boston.com predicts tomorrow will be a bad day for work in Boston.

There will be a bunch of people who will go to the Cask or Game On at 5:30 in the morning tomorrow. I am jealous of them. I do want to go and act like there is a real reason to watch the game there. I do want to tell people I know that I spent the first game of the season in a bar at 5:30 am and watching the Sox play in Japan.

But I won’t be there.

If I told you all the reasons why I won’t be there you would have already known most of them.

I can try to rip on the people there for many reasons. Try to call them homers, wanna be’s, phonys, whatever, but I won’t. You know why? Because I can actually say – I’d like to be there. I’d like to have nothing else better to do than grab my boys, my bros and start drinking at 3am, show up with a good glow and watch the game amongst members of the nation.

Eat some greasy breakfast or order calamari at 7 am, and drink diet coke until the taps are turned on at 8.

So Bless yer souls. Enjoy.

By the way, the combined cask/Game On capacity is somewhere around 1000 people I am guessing. There will be at least 7000 people who will claim they were actually there. Most of them will be BU/Northeastern/COF students. Most of them will not be there.

The season is starting.

Our entire season falls into the hands of our pitching. The ability of lester/bucholtz/beckett’s back and bartolo’s wild arm will determine what SEPTEMBER REALLY LOOKS LIKE!!!