In Pennsylvania, they obsess over a dim-witted rodent. Here in Boston, amid the snow and the slush, we have a much more reliable sign of the imminence of spring. And I, for one, will be celebrating.
It's just yet another occurrence of Boston's favorite holiday -- "Excuse To Drink" day -- brought to you by NESN and the bars of Lansdowne Street. I'm surprised nobody's gone delving into the history books to find something the British did in our general area on that day just so they can get the day off. Nobody moved a cannon that day? Fled a harbor?
As for Pennsylvania, I'll take pulling a rodent out of Gobbler' Knob over watching a truck pull out of a loading dock any day. Why not just go to the Shaw's on Boylston and wait for the deliveries? That way every day can be truck day.
By the way, we have a "reliable sign of the imminence of spring." It's called spring training. No reason to get excited until someone actually fields a fly ball.
Just because the Sox themselves have figured out how to make money off a truck leaving a closed ballfield doesn't mean those of us who remember when it really was just a truck leaving a closed ballfield can't quietly enjoy the idea that spring is around the corner. Some people have their snowdrops and some people have their truck, and no amount of commercialization can take that away from us.
involves watching guys in moving trucks hump gear without lifting a finger to help, inhaling diesel fumes when they go and then cramming as many yellow beers as you can down your throat before the dinner crowd comes in, I'm afraid I'll have to take a pass on all the bro-tastic "fun."
If that's what passes at a "party" around that neck of the woods, I'll contently hibernate with some midnight Maniac at the Coolidge, Queereoke at the Midway and the Centre/South trivia rotation.
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By dodging Gentle Giant,
By dodging Gentle Giant, Royal Hospitality Services, and beer delivery trucks along Mass Ave this morning.
How else?
By helping the college orchestra unload their equipment from their truck at the end of their tour later today.
Truck You!
Truck everybody!
by laughing at the fools
by laughing at the fools dancing around and celebrating the fact that a truck is pulling out of a lot.
Really? In Pennsylvania, they
Really?
In Pennsylvania, they obsess over a dim-witted rodent. Here in Boston, amid the snow and the slush, we have a much more reliable sign of the imminence of spring. And I, for one, will be celebrating.
Oh, come off it
It's just yet another occurrence of Boston's favorite holiday -- "Excuse To Drink" day -- brought to you by NESN and the bars of Lansdowne Street. I'm surprised nobody's gone delving into the history books to find something the British did in our general area on that day just so they can get the day off. Nobody moved a cannon that day? Fled a harbor?
As for Pennsylvania, I'll take pulling a rodent out of Gobbler' Knob over watching a truck pull out of a loading dock any day. Why not just go to the Shaw's on Boylston and wait for the deliveries? That way every day can be truck day.
By the way, we have a "reliable sign of the imminence of spring." It's called spring training. No reason to get excited until someone actually fields a fly ball.
Oh, grump, grump, grump
Just because the Sox themselves have figured out how to make money off a truck leaving a closed ballfield doesn't mean those of us who remember when it really was just a truck leaving a closed ballfield can't quietly enjoy the idea that spring is around the corner. Some people have their snowdrops and some people have their truck, and no amount of commercialization can take that away from us.
My thoughts from last year
"Before today, we felt we could still act as if this was just our little thing that got big. We could fool ourselves into thinking you weren't in it for all the publicity and attention, but because you wanted to celebrate the return of Red Sox baseball with us. Don't cry for us. That naivety is smashed and forever gone. Truck Day is now right up there with 'Red Sox Nation'...never to be confused with real fandom any more.
Thanks. I was almost confused enough to think you cared. Bastards."
Well said
I'm actually surprised that they don't sell VIP tickets, or let kids of sponsors sit in the cab for a block as it rolls down Boylston.
JPSouth, a serious question
Do you have any fun at all? If so, how? If not, would you mind turning down the anti-fun curmudgeon a bit? You're at a 10, we could use you at a 2.
You must be a real hit at parties.
Considering the definition of "fun" in Fenway...
involves watching guys in moving trucks hump gear without lifting a finger to help, inhaling diesel fumes when they go and then cramming as many yellow beers as you can down your throat before the dinner crowd comes in, I'm afraid I'll have to take a pass on all the bro-tastic "fun."
If that's what passes at a "party" around that neck of the woods, I'll contently hibernate with some midnight Maniac at the Coolidge, Queereoke at the Midway and the Centre/South trivia rotation.
I didn't make the party, but
I didn't make the party, but now that you've described it, that does indeed sound fun. I'll have to try harder for next year.
Webcast
They should webcast it and make you wait in a virtual waiting room to see it.