I did not go to the Red Sox rolling rally in Boston last week. And yet, I can tell you, despite what the announcers were saying about how well behaved the crowd was, there were assuredly a million little mini-dramas going on with those people. How do I know? Because I went to the rally in 2004.
Yes, indeed, Dale and I, along with our friends Matt and Sarah, got up at 4 am and took the T into Boston. We were at Park St. by 5 am and claimed our front row spot right by the New England School of Law. And then we waited. And waited. And waited some more.
During that time there were numerous trips to the bathroom and we would go one at a time so the other three people could maintain the space. That’s when things got a bit ugly. Dale was gone for a long time because he had to wait in a really really long line for the men’s room at Burger King. I was standing with my feet spread and my hands on my hips, taking up as much space as I could and this woman tried to push her way into his spot. She came pushing her way up there – this was about 10 am so we had been there for 5 hours by then – and I asked her to please back off. And she said, “but there’s room up here for another person.” And I said, “yes, there is, I’m holding the space for my husband.” She narrowed her eyes at me and said, “if he’s not here, that’s too bad,” and she tried to elbow her way into his space. I turned to her, glared, and said, “listen sweetie, I’ve been standing here since 5 am. Do you honestly think you can show up at 10 and get a front row spot? Back off. Now.” There must have been something crazy in my eyes because she slunk away. And the people standing around me cheered for my small victory.
After Dale got back we waited for a while more. And this new woman started trying to push her way to the front. We held our ground and we were all kind of chatting with the people around us. Dale was mentioning how he hadn’t watched many of the games because he was afraid they wouldn’t win and he didn’t want to be disappointed again. This woman, the one trying to get to the front, said to him, “You should step aside and let me have the front row spot. You’re not even a real Red Sox fan.” Dale, being a pacifist, said nothing. I, being an aggressive bitch, turned to her and said, “Well, he’s enough of a fan to get up and get here earlier than you, isn’t he?” That shut her up.
The parade rolled by shortly after that. I have flashes of the duck boats in my head. I clearly remember seeing the trophy – Manny was holding it. And I remember seeing the boat with all the old Red Sox players – that was really neat. We waited 6 hours and it was over in about 15 minutes.
I’m glad we went and I like having bragging rights about being there. And I sure learned some things about human nature that day, I’ll tell you that.