I am standing atop a wooden bench in the back of the pub looking out over a sea of drunken Red Sox fans. The crowd is rowdy and everyone is getting fired up. People are chanting and yelling at the screen. It’s fantastic.
Standing to my right are two cute girls, one of whom I’ve met during the previous game. We’ll call her Sophie Sox. We flirted a bit the other night and she had sat next to me before knowing who I was.
Standing to my left was another cute girl who I’ve also seen around before but never really met her. We’ll call her Hardcore Heidi. She’s a Red Sox fan and she’s hardcore.
Working the bar tonight is Bartender Betty. She’s signaling me that my next Guinness is ready. Hardcore Heidi is the closest so she kindly grabs my beer and hands it to me while wiping off the extra spillage coming down the side of the glass. [click to continue...]
