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persisted even though it was late Spring in Massachusetts. Despite my hoodie and long sleeved t-shirt underneath, I was freezing. I kept reminding myself that in only a couple of weeks we would start complaining about how hot it was. Gotta love it. They always say in New England, if you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes. Still, though, it was pretty damn chilly.
“The Red Sox are going to win it this year, I can feel it in my bones. We brought it home in 2004 and last year, too.”
Keep in mind, prior to ‘04, the Red Sox hadn’t won the pennant since 1918. Every year, men and women across the area got their hopes up only to have them crushed to smithereens within a couple of months.
This shit was real, this was how an entire region acted starting every March or April, depending on whether they bothered with the training camps. People in other states probably think we all are crazy that we legitimately believe that there is a Curse. Well, we do. There is. End of story. And even though we won the World Series twice in the last four years, it didn’t matter. When our team was losing, it was the curse all over again.
“Brian, don’t you think it’s a little early to get excited? I mean, it’s only April, the season just started.”
Lynnie placed her hand on his arm and looked into his eyes with concern. Hmm, maybe a little too much tenderness and a lot too much concern. Was something there? Had I somehow missed a romance blossoming between my two friends in the past few months? I would definitely be keeping an eye on this situation. Nothing would make me happier than to see my two closest friends together.
“Lynnie, we were awesome last year and we are taking it this year. Back to back titles, baby! Look at the team, Dice-K on the mound, Big Papi, Varitek, Ramirez, Youk all hitting homers… I mean, this has got to be our dream team. I’m telling you, we are bringing that banner home again this year.”
“Okay, okay, Mr. Fenway. Two in a row, I got you. Listen, I’ve got to bail, two papers to finish, a test to study for and I have to prep for a meeting on Monday with Jenkins.”
I group hugged them both and jumped on the green line back towards the dorms.
I loved Boston. I loved the feel of the city. Even the areas that weren’t maybe all that safe, the grit and grime held a raw truth of the city, its people, its history. Graffiti, despite the fact that it defaced the historic areas that liberally littered the area, told a story of the neighborhoods and the people within it.
There was no doubt about it. I was a city girl through and through, and this was where I was supposed to be.
“Lechmere Station, this stop is Lechmere. Please stand back doors open on the right.”
The crackling announcement came over the loudspeaker in the railcar. I reached into my purse and pull out my pink pepper spray canister and moved it into my hoodie pocket. The Cambridge neighborhood where the dorm was located wasn’t a bad area in the city, but it didn’t matter. There were a lot of poorly lit areas leading up to the campus and you could never be too sure.
I jumped out of the train and started the half mile walk to the dorm at a brisk pace. I tried not to be paranoid, but there are certain things you do to protect yourself. You walk quickly, keep your eyes trained forward and your chin held high. Oh, and if you have keys, keep them in your hand in case you need to use them to gouge someone’s eyes out.
Brrrr.
I pulled my headphones out of my purse and slid them over my head. People had started wearing these earbud thingies for a few years now, but I couldn’t figure out how to keep them from popping out of my ears, so old fashioned headphones it was. I pressed the play button on my Mp3 player and kept walking. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms in an effort to get warm.
I was thinking about the internship, and the hopes I had that it would become a full time job straight from college. Well,
“The Red Sox are going to win it this year, I can feel it in my bones. We brought it home in 2004 and last year, too.”
Keep in mind, prior to ‘04, the Red Sox hadn’t won the pennant since 1918. Every year, men and women across the area got their hopes up only to have them crushed to smithereens within a couple of months.
This shit was real, this was how an entire region acted starting every March or April, depending on whether they bothered with the training camps. People in other states probably think we all are crazy that we legitimately believe that there is a Curse. Well, we do. There is. End of story. And even though we won the World Series twice in the last four years, it didn’t matter. When our team was losing, it was the curse all over again.
“Brian, don’t you think it’s a little early to get excited? I mean, it’s only April, the season just started.”
Lynnie placed her hand on his arm and looked into his eyes with concern. Hmm, maybe a little too much tenderness and a lot too much concern. Was something there? Had I somehow missed a romance blossoming between my two friends in the past few months? I would definitely be keeping an eye on this situation. Nothing would make me happier than to see my two closest friends together.
“Lynnie, we were awesome last year and we are taking it this year. Back to back titles, baby! Look at the team, Dice-K on the mound, Big Papi, Varitek, Ramirez, Youk all hitting homers… I mean, this has got to be our dream team. I’m telling you, we are bringing that banner home again this year.”
“Okay, okay, Mr. Fenway. Two in a row, I got you. Listen, I’ve got to bail, two papers to finish, a test to study for and I have to prep for a meeting on Monday with Jenkins.”
I group hugged them both and jumped on the green line back towards the dorms.
I loved Boston. I loved the feel of the city. Even the areas that weren’t maybe all that safe, the grit and grime held a raw truth of the city, its people, its history. Graffiti, despite the fact that it defaced the historic areas that liberally littered the area, told a story of the neighborhoods and the people within it.
There was no doubt about it. I was a city girl through and through, and this was where I was supposed to be.
“Lechmere Station, this stop is Lechmere. Please stand back doors open on the right.”
The crackling announcement came over the loudspeaker in the railcar. I reached into my purse and pull out my pink pepper spray canister and moved it into my hoodie pocket. The Cambridge neighborhood where the dorm was located wasn’t a bad area in the city, but it didn’t matter. There were a lot of poorly lit areas leading up to the campus and you could never be too sure.
I jumped out of the train and started the half mile walk to the dorm at a brisk pace. I tried not to be paranoid, but there are certain things you do to protect yourself. You walk quickly, keep your eyes trained forward and your chin held high. Oh, and if you have keys, keep them in your hand in case you need to use them to gouge someone’s eyes out.
Brrrr.
I pulled my headphones out of my purse and slid them over my head. People had started wearing these earbud thingies for a few years now, but I couldn’t figure out how to keep them from popping out of my ears, so old fashioned headphones it was. I pressed the play button on my Mp3 player and kept walking. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms in an effort to get warm.
I was thinking about the internship, and the hopes I had that it would become a full time job straight from college. Well,
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