Simmons does running diaries. Others do Live Blogs. I give to you my Live Running Blog Diary.

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.

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11:30 - Free pizza. Word.

11:40 - We go to Live Running Picture Blog Diary. Booyah.

Note to self: get confetti cannon truck.

Before any entrance, be sure to have the place spotless

Here come the Celts

'Nuff said.

Pierce (upper left) holds up his MVP trophy

A shot of KG with the trophy. If it seems blurry and out of focus, you must have too much awesomeness in your eyes.

KG again with the hardware

At the cemetery on the left lay the victims of the first Boston Massacre

Just another normal day in Boston.

Post Parade Update: The parade is long gone, but the streets are still a happening place to be. Chants of DE-FENSE! DE-FENSE! are going on. But the best chant by far has been the SCAL-A-BRINE (clap clap clapclapclap!) one. Well played.