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       BOSTON-   Weekly Mail's first ever out of state report comes to you
from an office across the street from the Fleet Center. It has been a crazy
first two days here.

    I hadn't even checked in to the hotel on Saturday when my phone went off.
It was Billy Gorta, telling me to drop what I was doing and get to Fenway
Park. They wanted me to talk to fans about the A-Rod Jason Varitek fight.
    I checked in quickly and hopped in a cab. I was at Fenway in no time. I
went into a bar across the street, the Clask and Flagon, and talked to awhole
bunc of drunks. There were two things that struck me. Number one there were
plenty of Yankee fans here, in a place where Yankee fans are as welcome as Al-
Qaeda. The first 10 people I spoke to were Yankee fans.
At the time I got there, the Yankees were beginning to pull away, so the Sox
fans were somewhat subdued.
    The desk called and Billy wanted me to stake out by the gate and catch
fans on the way out.And this was where I saw the second thing to catch my eye.
Many of the fans I was speaking to, both Yankee and Red Sox, had been tossed
out Apparently Sox owner John Henry has put in a new policy called Friendly
Fenway. Anything stronger than Yankees stink got you a warning, a secod
violation got you tossed. How this fella expects a Yankee game to be swear
free is beyond me.
      But I ended up getting a few good quotes and an invite to a keg party. I
have to tell you the roar I heard when Bill Mueller hit that home run was one
of the coolest things I ever heard. And the Sox fans were pumped. Even more
than us Met fans were when we swept the Yanks at Shea. It was like New Years
Eve.
    In NY, you have the debate between the Yankees and the Mets as far as
loyalties go. Here, there's no two ways about it. It was the talk of the whole
town.
    At night I was going to head back to the Clask and Flagon, but I heard
some girls on the train talking about this place Daisy's. So I headed there
instead. Daisy's was pretty cool. Kind of reminded me of McGilligans in
Yonkers. But this place filled up quick. I was catching a rap with someone,
but it got so crowded it was too much. What made it worse, Jason Varitek, of
all people, showed up. It was insane. And let me tell you something, if Bill
Mueller had walked in five minutes later, it wouldn't have mattered. The man
who hit the game winning dinger wasn't as loved as the man who hit A-Rod.
    I hit one more bar before I headed back to the hotel.he  I met a guy named
Barry who at one time was a driver for John Kerry (I tend to believe him too)
He said that Kerry was the nicest politicians he had ever met. "He runs for
office because he thinks he can make a difference. That's why he sometimes
says things that are contridictory." Made sense to me.
   I had to report to the lobby at noon Saunday morning. Thank God for
Boston's wimpy last call time.
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 Tell me why this is a Land of Confusion- Phil Collins and Genisis.

      We had to take the equipment from the hotel to the office. Sounded
simple enough, but not quite. Boston is the most confusing city in the world
to drive in. Streets change names without notice and everything is on a curve.
It's a glorified circle. Its like the freakin Indy 500.
      It took us 3 hours to make a trip that should have taken 45 minutes. The
combnaion of not knowing where the hell we were going combined with the street
closings around the Fleet Center made it almost impossible to navigate. We
finally got there and unloaded, and then I was sent to get snacks for the
office. Another hour of driving around before I  found a Walgreens. More
driving, and finally they just told me to go back to the hotel. Another hour
and a half in the car and I accidentally found the hotel. It was absolutely
frustrating!!!!

       I decided to take the train back to the Cask and Flagon for the
Yankees-Red Sox game. I was lucky enough to get a seat at the bar, where I met
Mike, Boston's version of Pete McGuiness.
       Mike didn't want to know me when I told him I was from NY, but I
assured him I was a Met fan and that calmed him down. He's been a Sawx fan for
41 years. Seen it all too. The 67 pennant, Bucky Dent, Bill Buckner, Pedro vs.
Zimmer, Aaron (f-cking) Boone.
       A couple of weeks ago I was listening to Mike and the Mad Dog, when a
caller from Boston said he loved Thurman Munson. They both told him off saying
he couldn't be a true Boston fan and love Munson. Afterwards, they began
talking about the most loved and hated atheltes in Boston. Francessa said that
in his mind, Bobby Orr was the biggest star. "He's like a god up there. Even
more than Bird, or Ted Williams or John Havelcheck. Pick on Bobby Orr, your
asking for a fight."
     I figured Bird or Williams or even Carl Yastremski. So I asked Mike and
without hesitation he said "Bobby Orr" That's good enough for me.
      When the game ended I did a lap or two around the bar. There was a back
bar that wasn't too crowded. I took a seat and started chating to Nicole, a
student at Northwestern. After a few drinks, (all done on an empty stomach
BTW) I asked her if she wanted to go get something to eat. She said "you mean
like dinner tommorow?"
I was in like Flynn.  :O)
      It made all the frustrations of the day seem small. At least now, if
nothing else happens at least I hooked up once.

     MY story is on page 3 of Sunday's Post. I haven't seen it yet. According
to Chris Bunting, there's a link for it on DrudgeReport.com.

Hopefully tomm, I'll have more news for you guys. Hope all is well in the
greatest city in the world.

Wild B.