No Mention of the Yankees Here. This Blog is Literary, After All
Whew. Had to wrestle with the Forty Third Earl and his aristocratic sidekick, Grand Duke Guy, in order to post today. The two of them were at Fenway this afternoon wearing Red Sox regalia as if either of them had a clue as to what was unfolding before them. The Earl got me on his cell phone to report his impressions. He told a woman in front of him to sit down only to realize too late that she was seated. This drew the attention of her extended family during the seventh inning stretch.
“Thus, I was confronted by a dozen ruffians whose mood was clearly influenced by the Yankees success and the vast amounts of beer they’d consumed. I was unfamiliar with the ‘beehive’ coiffure, a hairstyle one might consider majestic in a certain sense…fortunately, the Grand Duke had the presence of mind to throw five dollars bills at the hooligans. They jostled one another in pursuit of the cash, while the offended damsel held a security guard in a headlock…”
Safe and sound at the Ritz Carlton the Earl remarked, ” that Boston is much as we left it.” The Arch Duke was impressed with the Yankees: “A certain undeniable hauteur…even in gray road uniforms.”
Tomorrow, they’re going to see the Pats.