Not exactly live, but as close as I could get.
Three years ago, I didn't meet the team when they arrived back from the airport. I didn't get off my ass and go to the parade, either, because I thought it would be better to get to see the whole entire thing on TV rather than see two seconds of it for real. And because it was raining. And because after the AL pennant riots I was a little bit freaked out by the idea of heading into the celebratory melee.
Whatever the case, after that happened, I swore to myself that if I was ever lucky enough to see the Red Sox bring home another championship, I wouldn't make the same mistake again.
So today at about 4:30 pm found me on Yawkey Way in Boston, screaming my fool head off into the back of someone else's head.
The pro media was given a dais about the size of a parade reviewing stand from which to photograph the arrival of the players and excitement of the fans from a great angle in relative comfort.
Stuck in the mosh pit, I did the best I could, but my photos didn't come out the way I would've liked. Even blurry, though, I think a photo of Big Papi is worth seeing:
The thing is, this isn't an event, per se. We make it into one, of course, with media and the whole hoopla, but in reality, it's just a bunch of guys coming back from work and getting in their cars and going home. So I saw a lot of cars, and photographed a few, and everybody's pretty much going to have to take my word for it that there were players in them.
and JD Drew:
Just before I left, some police officers all of a sudden cleared a path through a part of the crowd I happened to be standing in. Through the path they'd created came a little girl in a stroller and a woman pushing said stroller. I thought for a second maybe they were getting squished up front or nobody was letting the stroller pass through, and that's why the cops were helping. But then right behind them came Bobby Kielty.
He was the only player I got this close to. Right as he walked by I blurted out, "Hey, it's Bobby Kielty!" I'm sure he wasn't listening, but I still feel like a moron for doing that. In my flusteredness, this was the best shot I could get. Overall I'm fairly disappointed in my photo efforts here, but it was a tough environment and I guess that's why they have the pros.
But enough of my peevishness with photography and jostling crowds. Today I also got to see what truly mattered. Like a rousing Youkie Dance:
The new hardware:
And our proud new addition to Yawkey Way:
Full slideshow here.