I'm A Green Monstah!

At the exact moment you read this, if is between the hours of 7:05 and about midnight Eastern Time, P.L. Frederick is whoopin’ it up at Fenway Park. Whoop! Somebody’s spouse scored two seats on the friggin’ Green Monster. Roar! Section M8, row 3, seats 5 and 6, baby. Under the Volvo “V”. This enables me to drink cheap wine and clam chowder and be slopping both down the side of the monster. “Jacoby! Oh, Jacoby! Over here, doll!”



It’s the Red Sox versus the Rays. It was supposed to be a sucky baseball game but the Rays are doing splendorifically. Still, I’ll bet the Sox’ll make so many baskets and goals the first quarter that the fish frisbees will lose. The Rays will cry salt water tears into their Gatorade. Afterwards they’ll feel calm and relaxed ’cuz ridding the body of all that water also empties the bladder. Hey. Hey! What do players do in the middle of a game when they gotta go? Don’t laugh or think about waterfalls or snorkeling, boys. Uranus! When you mix up the vowels you get “Rod Sex.” How juvenile is that? Nice lawn pattern, greenkeepers. Niccccccce. Computerized lawnmowers? Per-shaw. I say they clip the grass and use a sucky-vacuum thing to get the grass to lay just right. Hold it in place with Spray Net. Whoa. You catch that goal? Who-hoo! Go Sox!

Thanks for the Fenway park Monster photo, Aidan Siegel.

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September 12, 2008
P.L. Frederick said…
Unfortunately, the Sox lost. Fortunately, it took 14 innings, so I got my money's worth. I judged the entire game from under the second V in Volvo. Until I got up on the Green Monster I didn't realize that each seat is like a desk. A big green judge's desk. I felt powerful awesome! The spouse suggests that maybe we should give the monster seats a rest for a couple decades though. Apparently, power goes to my head. I remember nothing.

Manny's antics were missed by many. So, too his ode de wafting pot.
September 16, 2008
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