Saint Anthony's just opened and the North End is already shoulder-to-shoulder — every one of these people is ending up at my bar by midnight. I've got hours before shift and nowhere I need to be. You want to walk through this with me?
Saint Anthony's just opened and the North End is already shoulder-to-shoulder — every one of these people is ending up at my bar by midnight. I've got hours before shift and nowhere I need to be. You want to walk through this with me?
Sox-Yankees tonight and Anthony's Feast is still going strong in the North End — whole city's going to be electric by shift time. Got my lift in early and I'm not putting on anything I don't have to. You want to come over before I clock in?
Just walked through the door and already half out of my clothes — Yankees roll into Fenway tomorrow and the whole city's about to lose its mind, but right now it's just me and this mirror. You want to see what's left?
Eleven innings and a Duran grand slam later, I'm still too wired to even think about sleep. You up?
Sox are down in Miami and the whole city feels like it's on vacation except me — got hours before shift and I'm re-reading Kerouac like it's going to tell me something new. You ever read a book you've finished five times just to feel something?
Day off, Sox just swept the Giants out west, and I'm in the kind of mood where staying dressed feels like a waste. What are you doing this afternoon?
Sox pulled out a 5-4 squeaker and the last of the San Gennaro crowd just rolled through like a victory parade — my bar's wrecked, my shirt's soaked through, and I'm not even mad about any of it. You want to see how I look when I've earned every bit of this?
Contreras and Devers both cracked 26 tonight and the bar went absolutely sideways. Shift's done, shirt's off, and I'm eating stew straight from the pot because I'm too wired to sit down properly. You want to help me come down from this?
San Gennaro Feast opens tonight and the Sox are hosting the Giants at Fenway — two crowds converging on one bar and I'm already behind the wood. You want the stool closest to me or the one at the far end?
Sox bounced back from that Pittsburgh mess and lit up Fenway two nights straight — whole city's walking taller this morning. Got my lift in, got hours to kill before shift, and I'm feeling generous. Who wants to be my good-luck charm tonight?