Dear LRB Diary,
9:30 - Streets in downtown Boston close. Crowd's beer cans open. Must be a total coincidence.
9:31 - The yelling begins. They can't possibly keep this up
9:45 - Someone brought a trombone it sounds like.
9:55 - Now I am getting on a conference call for work. With the parade going on under my window. What could possibly go wrong.
10:01 - The people on my conference call asked about the parade. I told them of my green pants and the intoxicated crowds. Pretty sure half of them think I'm wasted based on my enthusiasm for my fierce green pants. *6 - MUTE, ON.
10:10 - Yankees Suck. Seriously?
10:11 - Beat LA! Hmm.
10:12 - Wooo!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! There we go. That's the right stuff. Hey look. Cops!
10:20 - "Chief, what do you think? Chief?" Oh crap. I answer with mute still on. long silence. *6 MUTE OFF, followed by trombones and honking. My conference call assumes I am under attack by a drunken marching band. I answer the question with "I pretty much agree with what has already been said, but think the subtle differences are worthy of a bit more discusssion." I am not just a bullshitter. I am a bull-shit artiste.
10:45 - It is 10:45 in the morning and someone definitely booted on the street. And people are boo-ing. I do not know if these are connected. Now there are cheers! He must have rallied. Or punched a cop.
11:30 - Free pizza. Word.
11:40 - We go to Live Running Picture Blog Diary. Booyah.
A shot of KG with the trophy. If it seems blurry and out of focus, you must have too much awesomeness in your eyes.