Picture: Making my NESN debut!
Boston was not an overly eventful trip, but if you’ve been reading my blog, then you’ll know that this is a good thing. I originally decided to head to Boston while I was trying to kill my boredom by playing around on Expedia. The flights were really, really, really cheap, like $185 Canadian after tax and return cheap! So, I decided to give Boston a go. This was my first game and first time in Boston – it’s a pretty place! I’m proud to say that I have now been to games at all of the Northeast Division rinks!
I was flying out of Buffalo, which is normally my airport of choice. I prefer the ease of a domestic flight over dealing with the a-holes at immigration, and the smallness of Buffalo Niagara to the vast expanse that is Pearson International. However, Friday morning, the seventy minute commute to Buffalo proved to be a setback. My flight was at 10:21 AM, which meant that I had to exit Toronto at 6:30AM (ahhh!) to avoid rush hour (which in Toronto is actually four hours!). Of course, I had hardly slept at all last week. (I’m an insomniac now, in case you didn’t know). I was up early Thursday morning to get all of my last minute errands out of the way and I didn’t even get to bed until 3:30AM (I hadn’t slept the night before either.) So, basically I had a nap before I left.
Border security asked me who was paying for my trip, a comment I had (originally) thought to be both odd and hilarious. To me it sounded like this woman thought I was some princess/trophy wife type that needed men to pay for my things. However, my re-entry into Canada proved to be much stranger. This girl was a raging “c” (rhymes with runt). She asked me if I wore contacts, to which I said, “no.” She then snapped at me with, “THEN WHY ARE YOUR EYES SO GLOSSY?!” Gee, maybe because it’s after midnight and I’ve been travelling for eight hours, you dry, brainless snatch – tee hee! She continued to give me cut-eye, but inevitably did nothing.
The parking lot at Buffalo Niagara International Airport was covered in snow and ice. I pulled into a spot behind a truck and headed for check in. Unfortunately, this wasn’t actually a spot! Due to the poor snow removal efforts, there was an entire column of cars that were ticketed for not being in real spaces. By the time I arrived back in Buffalo, the warm weather had melted all the snow, so we were all in trouble. I guess flying didn’t help me avoid getting a ticket this time after all – oh well!
The Philadelphia Flyers were staying at the same hotel as I was in Boston – which was great for my work. The hotel was constantly surrounded by fans and ebay entrepreneurs alike trying to get autographs from the players! The people-watching was truly top notch! Maybe too good! I was so fascinated that I killed time loading up on fun drinks in the piano bar, which inevitably led to a very dizzy bubble bath later that night! To my disadvantage the Flyers/Bruins were playing a matinee game, so I couldn’t stay in bed and nurse my surprisingly mild hang over. I ordered the very same breakfast I had when I was badly hung in Montreal back in November: grease, salt, carbs, and a V8 – yum. That always kills the hangover instantly! Never order the orange juice, kids – the sugar will only hurt you more.
Once again, there were a great many Flyers fans that had made the trip to Boston. It seemed my entire section at TD BankNorth Garden was orange and black. I had sold my extra ticket on ebay, so I carefully contemplated whether or not it was creepy to share that info with the guy when he showed up – I did tell him in the end. (Hi, Joe!) Funny enough he was from Philadelphia, but going to school in Boston. We were sitting right on the glass behind Coach DILF…I mean, the Flyers’ bench, and he was getting text messages from both his friends at home and in town because they could see us…a lot! I guess CSN and NESN were loving on us!
I have to pause and take a moment to acknowledge the talent in Boston. I have been halfheartedly searching for a new hockey team, and I have to say that Boston was looking damn gooooooood! And I don’t mean gooooooood in the first-place-in-the-standings way, I mean it in the sexy humina-humina-humina gooooooood way. The opening video was awfully pretty! I am strongly considering making my return the next time the Flyers are in town (March).
Anyway, the Flyers won the game in OT, despite the fact that the team continues to be plagued by the flu bug. Seems to me that the players might not relapse as much if their immune systems were up to par. I guess that’s what happens when you date sex tape making Chlamydia with implants…hmm?
After the game I grabbed some sushi and headed back to Logan International to begin my long journey home. Hopefully my next trip will be a little more noteworthy and interesting to read – you can’t always force these things, you know. Ta ta for now!
P.S. The Bean Pot is a hockey tournament between the four major Boston universities, not a baked bean cook off like I originally thought! – the more you know.
Wow this blog sounds actually entertaining. Thanks for opening yourself up to the world, I will definitely read this in the least possible creeper way.
- Jimmy
Thanks! Feel free to creep it up! I love a good creeper