The Biggest Unofficial Holiday

I was plotting my escape from work for Tuesday afternoon as early as 1 month ago. Once I figured out my schedule, I figured I could just pull the whole 'I've got a doctor's appointment' move. Classic... works.

But when I woke up Tuesday morning to the sun shining, I knew I needed to take the whole day off. I mean, come on... half of Boston was taking the day off. It is, after all, the OPENING DAY at Fenway Park!

I got up early and called in sick. I stayed up because I felt guilty. Around noontime, RedSox and I headed over to Fenway. It was a chilly day, but the excitement warmed us up. The opening ceremony with the presentation of the World Series rings was fantastic. I think I stood out because I cheered the loudest for the team doctor.

What? He gave me free tix before I started dating RedSox.


There were a ton of sports figures from Boston's past in town from the Bruins, Patriots and Celtics. They came with their colors and trophies. Once again I got looks because I cheered the loudest for Bobby Orr.

What? I love hockey players.

I think the highlight of the game was with the dropping of the World Series banners. They fell from the green monster gracefully, but 1918 dropped at the end of the wall. Where was 2004 gonna fall?

Then over all the banners, dropped the largest banner I have ever seen in my life. 2004 spanned the ENTIRE green monster. We cheered and cheered and cheered for a long time for the biggest win in sports history as far as Boston is concerned.

Then God stepped in. They dropped another gigantic banner OVER 2004 for the 2007 win. The banner was swept up by the wind. People on the field kept trying to pull it down, but the wind held it high... keeping 2004 alive. We all cheered and laughed because we felt the same ;)

So I skipped work, didn't tell anybody, let everyone think I spent the day home sick... when really I celebrated the best unofficial holiday in history.