Bos-NY-Philly (Sam)

My last blog was Tuesday, but absence makes the heart grow fonder- so I hope it's everything you imagined.  

When we last left our heroes, they had just gotten back from Fenway.  Wednesday we toured Boston.  I can officially tell people I 'went to Harvard'.  The Boston Massacre site, The old Statehouse, The Capitol Building, Boston Commons & of course we had a beer at Cheers.  Being there (Boston, not Cheers) reaffirmed my likeliness to move there.  Chicago's got some serious competition as of this week.  (I do, however, solemnly swear NOT to become a full blown Red Sox fan.  Just a Fenway fan).  The history is awesome.  

We left in a panic Thursday morning at 11:02 am when we found out the Yankees game was in fact at 1pm, not at 7 like we had originally thought (shout out to Kell Bell for the text message update).  Apparently karma was really working in our favor because when we arrived to New York at 4pm (5 after we found our way out of Brooklyn) and got to the game at 6:40, the rain delay had just been lifted.  Since most fans didn't want to stay 5 and a half hours, it was a free for all on the first level.  We ended up sitting 20ish rows back from the first bast line.

We stayed with Little Sister Kelley in the NYU dorms.  She's a dreamer (www.summerinternships.com) so she's interning there for the summer.  We went to Central Park, St. Patrick's Cathedral, Time Square, & the NBA store (yeah, worth mentioning).  Then Kell swiped us at the Dinning Hall for dinner (Boyd who?).  We went to the Mets stadium- which is completely underrated, especially compared to Yankee Stadium- and Kell came with us.  It was an awesome trip to The Big Apple.

By the way, Hal, that UofD name drop was for you ;)

Saturday- or what I assume was Saturday, since we seem to be losing track of days- we drove 4 hours to Cooperstown.  I don't remember being that anxious when I was driving on the 2 lane road for an hour to get there.  I don't know that I can describe to you what this place was like, but I'll do my best.

I didn't stop smiling the entire 4 hours we were there.

I felt like I wanted to move there.

I felt like I was born 60 years too late.

I teared up a little.

I think I squeezed LL Cool M's arm 17-20 times before we even bought our tickets.

This place was unreal.  This history and stories of old time baseball are what I live for.  I had chills the entire time I was there.  LL left me in charge of the camera, which was a huge mistake because he got it back with nearly 120 more photos than were on it before it was in my possession.  I met 2 gentlemen from Cincinnati inside (shout out to West Chester) and we contrived (Elle) around the Pete Rose/Cincinnati display to discuss the morons behind us who were hard core anti-Pete Rose.  I won't get started on that again.

The only hope my parents had left of marrying me off was that I always intended on traveling to Cooperstown for my honeymoon.  Well, now it looks like I won't be needing to, so I'm sorry you're stuck with me.

We traveled to Philadelphia immediately after the best pit stop in the world- which was only 9 hours out of the way- and stayed with Fin, a close friend of the Pavia family.  She's been great, she took us along to a Mexican Fiesta last night were we met a bunch of tequillaed-up friends.  We then proceeded to play what I'm estimating to have been a 2 hour game of Beer Pong.  Just enough to get my co-pilot on this trip at his funny am-I-serious-or-not-you'll-never-tell point.  

Today was the Phillies game, which I loved.  The game was sold out, the fans were intensely happy to be there & our 2nd to last row seats made the view look amazing.  There wasn't one seat in that place that could have been considered a waste of money.  We sat at an awesome bar connected to the stadium before the game, where we met quite an interesting gentleman who had some even more interesting things to say to/about Matt.

The toughest decision I had to make today was 'do I sacrifice my Yuengling so that I don't have to listen to Nickelback in this bar anymore? Or do I sacrifice my ears for the sake of this Yuengling?'

Sounds like we've got a pretty good thing going on here...

Hasta en Pittsburgh.