This is it, my last blog of "Grass Tales". What a time its been to write for all of you and to know (for the most part) that you read it! :) I guess I'll start with my last day at the park.
Everything went as planned and was beautiful outside, up till game time. During pre-game clouds came out of no where and we were suddenly in the sites of 2 storms coming from the North and West. It was only a matter of time before it hit. The night before, a player from each team got hit by a pitch. Last night, the Sox pitcher hits a player with a pitch (Cabrera) and then the tigers retaliated, if you will, with a little chin music to Victor Martinez. The very next pitch hit Kevin Youkilis square in the back. Youkilis charged the mound before you could say Bobs your uncle, throwing his helmet and eventually being taken to the ground by the Tigers pitcher. Dugouts and bullpens cleared, creating a massive mob along the 1st base side. Youkilis would eventually get thrown out, followed by the pitcher, as well as Terry Francona. Mike Lowell would then replaced Youkilis, hitting 2 home runs, to help the Sox pull off a victory!! In the 7th inning the rain came pouring down, and we were called out to the field. One last time, I got to roll the tarp out!! We got it on and sat in the Red Sox dugout and waited for it to pass. About 45 minutes later, we were told to start pulling pins and to get lined up to pull it off. To give you an idea of the rush that went through me, think about this. Have you ever imagined running out of a tunnel at a basketball game, or a dugout, as a player and hearing the crowd erupt into cheers? Well, I got to have that feeling last night. As all 25-30 of us ran out of the dugout, all I could hear were cheers. As I ran to the end of the tarp to line up, "Good Vibrations" played loudly over the speakers. Its our tarp pulling song. It gets us pumped up. And its awesome. We got the Ok and ran our hearts out and got that tarp off. 10 minutes later, we were playing ball again. The game ended around 12, with Papelbon closing it out. Even Heidi (the beautiful NESN reporter) came down to the alley and sat next to me. What more could I ask for for my last night at Fenway! Classic.
Both of my plane rides went smooth and I met my dad at the airport around 2:30 or so. We went to WENDYS for a late lunch and then drove home to Jeff City. I had a nice "Welcome Home" sign made by my little brother, Will and his gf Celina. :D Ate some tacos for dinner and then went on a bike ride with my popps. Was so great to be back on my bike after 3 months of not being on it. All in all, it feels awesome to be home!
That being said I miss Fenway. I miss the crew, and the nights in the Alley. I miss Boston, and the friendships I made. However, I think it was time for me to get back to where I belong...for now. I feel like God gave me a great lesson this summer, and I hope I glorified him as best as I could! I tried at least!! I'll be back in Boston some day to visit all of the great people I became friends with. So don't you worry ;)
Stay classy Boston. Thanks for reading all summer. This is the end of Grass Tales. Perhaps I'll have more adventures ahead to share with all of you via a blog. I really hope you enjoyed it. I realize my writing is a bit...well I'll let you fill in the blank. I enjoyed writing for you and we'll talk again real soon. Goodnight. Adios. Auf Weidersehen.
watching who else buuuut....the Cardinals :) ,
Phil