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Swine Flu

Setting my radio up for the Celts game tonight the swine flu was once again brought to my attention. Biden warned against enclosed places. The garden is very enclosed.

So if anyone is nervous and a ticketholder feel free to hand over your Bruins or Celtics play-off tickets. I'll gladly take one for the team.

Radio Kills the NESN Star

I asked a friend at work what he thought of the amazing weekend in sports.  He told me he didn’t catch any of it.

Yankees sweep?  Double overtime? Nothing.
It’s just too expensive to watch sports, he explained.

This was my house verdict a few months ago when we dropped everything but basic cable. How NESN isn’t considered basic in New England is beyond me.  At first I hardly noticed. I just made sure to grab the sports page everyday to replace PTI, which made me only knowledgeable about local sports, but in fairness, we are the only true sports city.

Then it became spring. It didn’t get warm but it was basketball and hockey playoffs, and the start to baseball season. Even when its thirty outside there is still that beautiful feeling of knowing you can go home and watch a game every night. I tried to buy play-off tickets, Bruins tickets, too expensive. Tried to go scalp tickets to the Sox game. $150, it wasn’t the Yankees and it’s only April! Watched a few games at bars, but tabs build up. And it’s not easy being a girl at a bar watching a game. No one believes you’re actually there to watch the game.  You’re either meeting someone or trying to.  When in reality the only man you want to listen to is Remy.

NESN viewer ship is down this year, and yet I’ve never seen so many Bruins jerseys.  Maybe we’ve just rediscovered radio.  It’s poor mans lobster.  Not only is it real time, I also agree with almost everything they have to say. None of this lets try to get to bigger audience nonsense. They know their audience, because they are their audience. Was it hard not seeing that Ellsbury steal? Of course it was. So I went to the Apple store on my way to work and watched it on one of those big computers. Free.

So for those of you, who were outvoted this year on cable, pick up a twenty-dollar radio at CVS. The best part is its portable. I promised myself to get outside this weekend despite all of the games, and I did. I listened to the Celts game outside.  I even brought my radio to work, I told my boss I could work faster if I knew what was happening with the Red Sox. He however disagreed and told me to put it in my locker. It felt like putting a newborn in a locker on a hot day.

Boston Wakes up...

I’ll admit it; I haven’t really been involved this baseball season.  I could say I’ve been busy, but I’m never too busy for baseball.  It’s been distracting with the Bruins and Celtics in the play-offs, and well, the Red Sox not really playing, and me, not really panicking because of this new confidence.
    Today that changed. Listening to the radio I was manic. Pacing about my room. This could be a no-hitter. The commercial breaks were endless.  Dice-K on the DL.  A rough start to the season.  My Boston nerves were starting to return.
    Along with my Boston romanticism. Here’s Wake. Forty-two years old.  An oldie but a goodie, who has spent well over a decade with us.  Nine years without a ring, so unlike the new kids, Wake is us. The eighth inning my dream of that magical no-hitter is crushed by Suzuki.
    But the magic of baseball is back.  A two hour and fifteen minute game pitched only by Wake, on a day we needed him the most. Not only did he have Boston standing, he also had Oakland on their feet. A true Wake up call for some out of it fans.