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From Out of the Belly of the Beast

We returned last night from a long weekend in Boston with Kari's St. John Fisher Tax Case Challenge Team, there for the regional competition. The team performed well, but we won't know results until next Monday. If the team places in the top 6 nationwide, they will head to Orlando next month to vie for the national title.

Looking to blow off some steam Saturday, we headed downtown for a fine seafood meal, followed by drinks at Fenway neighborhood bar, ground zero for rabid Red Sox fans everywhere. I half-expected to see fans crowding into traffic, but the street was mostly empty as fans packed into and in front of bars, eyes glued to any available tv screen.

Go Sarbanes-Oxley!
(photo by muddy river)

The cab we rode from the restaurant took us down Brookline past Fenway just as Trot Nixon homered in the 2nd. As we listened to the radio, the cabbie and I both ducked to look through the windshield, hoping to see the ball sail into the street. As a Yankee fan, I wasn't hoping very hard, but it would have been cool.

Our first bar choice had a line extending around the block, so we worked our way down the street until we eventually got into a bar to enjoy the game. We were with a fun group, but to give you an idea of what we were dealing with: as we walked down Brookline away from the stadium, we looked back and saw a building with its windows lit up to spell out "GO SOX!" Upon seeing this, one of our group lifted his arms in the air and yelled, "Go Sarbanes-Oxley!"

Although it was fun for me to watch the Yankees dismantle the Sox, standing in a packed bar with increasingly dejected Red Sox fans took its toll. Let's just say it was a long T ride back to the hotel.