So at 10:50ish, when I last posted from Fenway, I still hadn’t even left the park. At 11:35, when I start writing this, I’m in bed, with the laptop running and the Yanks/Angels game on the television. I love cabs.
Here’s how my cab ride tonight began:
Cyn flags a cab down and jumps in, thanking the driver for stopping.
Driver:Â (before he even asks me where I’m going)Â Is the game really over?
Me:Â Â Â Â Â Â Yeah, it’s over.
Driver: Did “we” win? (cracked me up that he used “we” since you could tell he really didn’t care and was just trying to make nice)
Me:     No. “We” didn’t win.
Excruciatingly long pause.
Driver:Â (way too chipper for 11pm)Â Well, we won LAST night!
Me:      Yeah. Yeah, we did.
Another really long pause.
Driver: If someone wins, someone has to lose. Tonight was our turn to lose.
Me:Â Â Â Â Â (Grunts – then smiles because it isn’t this dude’s fault I’m a little crabby.)
After I told him where I was going, we pretty much rode in silence.
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