I must say, I am blessed to have grown up in a city that has experienced so much winning that some children didn’t even know which team they were really celebrating.
There was a clip of a little girl being interviewed on the news saying she hopes to see “Tom Brady,” on the Halloween parade day and honestly that would have been pretty cool to have him on a duck boat, but it’s still a little early for that parade.
On the other hand, there’s a 16-year old kid who has been to all 11 parades since he’s been on this earth, proudly parading around the sign he’s been updating since his first Patriots parade in 2001.
I was able to see a couple first-hand when I was in college, risking an academic-alert after having a not-so-good grade in a class early in the second semester. I missed a quiz that day but thankfully enough, it was a writing class, so I was able to make up for lost time and still passed with flying colors, obviously.
Another time I ran into a friend I played baseball with who was going to school in New Hampshire at the time and still came back home to celebrate with random people who were wearing the same colors as us.
I wished I had another simple writing workshop class that I could have skipped instead of needing a plane ticket but I did appreciate all of the snapchat stories and twitter videos from the parade, really making it feel like I was there.
However, if I was in attendance, and standing near the buffoons who thought it was a good idea to throw a full beer at both the World Series trophy and Manager Alex Cora’s head, I probably would have tried to change the direction of said cans toward being emptied into my mouth instead, but hey hindsight’s 20-20.
In any case, I was proud to bask in the glory of another shiny trophy and was glad to see two of my best friends Scott and Jeff meet up downtown even though neither of them will probably read this line.
Sorry for dragging this out for so long, I’ll hide my Boston fandom until the next parade now. Go Sox.