When you get to the park and you're over by Yawkey Way and your group has met up and you walk up to the big bunch of people squeezing through the turnstiles onto Yawkey and you can hear over and over:

"dee doo dee doo" (which is the high-pitched sound of the tickets being scanned)

I like thinking about that, but only for a few seconds.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good call on that one. Just yesterday I thought of David Ortiz, swingin in the Florida sun, and it made me happy in a "I'm just like every other dumb fan" kinda way. But your way, your way is better. Dee doo.