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- >Pregame.
- How'd yuh get tickets to this thing again?
- >The Green Line train pulls up to the platform with a loud squeal.
- >Celestia flicks a lock of her hair back over her ear and smirks. A long ponytail pokes out from the back of her cap.
- >”I gawt my ways. We'right behind home.”
- Fakkin' A.
- >The two of you board. The princess scans over you with her eyes.
- >”That jersey looks nice on yuh,” she remarks, pushing your jacket aside a bit. The train lurches forward.
- It's old.
- >”Vinnage”
- Gaht a hole in th' ahmpit.
- >”Gaht charactah.”
- That what they cawl it now?
- >”It suits you,” she giggles.
- I hope that wasn't an insult.
- >The princess pecks your cheek.
- >”That's fuh me ta know” she whispers.
- >The train lurches to a stop at the first station.
- So. Dinnah first? Tasty Burger's open.
- >”And miss out on stadium food an' ovahpriced booze?” Celestia balks.
- We can have both, y'know.
- >The princess leans in close again.
- >”Yuh know me too well.”
- 1/
- >Bottom of the third.
- >You rush to your seats and muscle past a couple of rowdies just as Ellsbury steps to the plate.
- Can't believe we missed th' first two innings.
- >Celestia blushes and scowls.
- >”It's nawt my fault. I haven't had a burgah'n ages!”
- You ate three!
- >”I was hungry!”
- >You turn to a nearby spectator.
- >”Hey, anything happen yet?”
- >”Nothing yet. Thought Gomes was gonna get something last inning, but...” he motions to the scoreboard. No points.
- >The bat cracks, snapping you all to attention.
- >”Look, Anon! He's going!”
- >Ellsbury stops at first.
- It's a staht.
- >You sit. When you turn to look at Celestia, she's managed to amass an armful of peanuts, on top of which she balances two beers and a foam finger.
- >”That's impressive,” the man next to you quips.
- >”It's a talent,” Celestia returns.
- >The bat cracks again.
- Aaaah, Pedroia, get going! Shit!
- >The first baseman steps on his mark.
- >”Hey, we still got on second,” Celestia points out. “And Papi's up.”
- Betcha they walk him.
- >”No way they're that lame!”
- >The first pitch goes out.
- >A ball, followed by another, then another, and another.
- >Ortiz strolls to first. You grin smugly.
- Told yuh.
- >You lift one of the beers off the pile and take it for yourself.
- >Napoli steps up to the plate. Celestia discards a bag of shells.
- >After four pitches, he walks back to the dugout.
- >You sip your beer and watch Gomes approach home.
- Think he'll give us something?
- >”I've got a good feeling. Feels like a base hit,” Celestia says with a mouth full of peanut.
- >The third pitch strikes Gomes' elbow.
- Well, it's some kinda hit. Bases loaded now. Who's next? Drew?
- >”Victorino.”
- >The batter steps up.
- >Three fastballs and a curve later, and the ball is sailing towards the Green Monster.
- >Closer and closer it flies, until it reaches the wall...
- >...and falls short, back onto the field.
- >The crowd shouts collectively as Ellsbury, Ortiz, and Gomes cross home plate.
- 2/
- >Bottom of the fourth.
- >Drew starts the inning with home run out of right field.
- >Celestia nearly upturns her remaining peanuts by jumping from her seat.
- >”I knew it! I knew he'd come through! Put anothah one on th' bawd!” she yells.
- Yuh damn right! Faw up already! It's fakkin' sick!
- >Ortiz comes up to bad after Ellsbury makes it to third.
- Walk. How much yuh wanna bet?
- >The princess grins. “I bet they will. St. Louis is all skittish now. No way they'll let 'im hit.”
- >Ortiz steps up to bat.
- >The pitcher flings the ball so far wide that the catcher just stands up to catch it.
- >As Ortiz walks, you turn to Celestia.
- Told yuh.
- >”I didn' deny it this time.”
- >Napoli walks up to bat. He sends a soft drive to center and sends Ellsbury home, to a chorus of cheers from the stands.
- >You and Celestia sit back down.
- Victorino's up.
- >”Could he hit, you think?”
- Already five up, chrissakes. Gonna put even maw awn th' bawd?
- >”I think so. I got a good feelin'”
- >The first pitch goes out. Victorino swings hard and sends the ball foul into the stands.
- >Celestia is furiously munching peanuts.
- >The second pitch flies forth. A slider. Victorino swings again, this time shooting a line drive straight into left field.
- Fakkin' anothah one! Jesus! They just keep comin'!
- >”It's a rout! I don't believe it!” Celestia cries happily.
- 3/
- >Top of the fifth.
- >Celestia has moved on to popcorn.
- >The Red Sox take their places on the field and wait for the first batter.
- Hey, how's that book comin' along? Wasn' onna yuh guys down th' university doin' a thing on Stahswirl?
- >”I thought I told yuh! They sent it out tuh th' publishing house like a week ago!”
- So no maw innaviews? Those book guys shuah knew how ta poke around.
- >”They weren't bahtherin' yuh, were they?”
- Naht much. Just asked a couple questions now'n then.
- >You stare at the now-empty popcorn bag.
- How yuh doing that?
- >”Would yuh believe me if I said magic?”
- >You rest your head on your hand.
- At this point, prahb'ly
- >”Good!” she laughs. “Want some?”
- ...Aight.
- 4/
- >Bottom of the seventh.
- >You're on your second hotdog and eighth beer.
- >”Can't believe we gawt this fah,” Celestia remarks as the inning ends. “Doesn' seem real, y'know? We're really back.”
- Cheeahs ta that, Celly.
- >You laugh to yourself.
- An' no Lu ta talk shit, am I right?
- >”She's gonna be pissed.”
- I like that. It'll make work fun tomorrah.
- >”Is she still coming 'round the council?”
- Only when she needs ta vent.
- >”Think she'll need ta vent tomorrah?”
- Wouldn' you?
- >The princess leans on your shoulder silently.
- I'll take that as a yes.
- 5/
- >Top of the ninth.
- >It's quiet.
- >Uehara steps up to the pitcher's mound.
- >He rolls the white leather ball in his hand, staring down the batter.
- >You lean forward in anticipation, carefully bringing your beer to your lips.
- >The pile of discarded hotdog wrappers is growing next to you.
- >Just as you turn and see the frankfurter half-hanging from her mouth most un-daintily, Celestia and the rest of the crowd leap up in a chorus of shouts and cheers.
- >One out.
- >The crowd settles down.
- >The princess wolfs the rest of the frank and reaches for another from the tray by her feet.
- >Uehara lets fly again.
- >The batter connects. You watch the ball arc over left field.
- Gomes...Gomes...Gomes...Gomes! Ee-yes!
- >Gomes picks the ball out of the air, eliciting another round of cheers from the crowd.
- >”That's two! That's two!” Celestia cries.
- >You're both on your feet now, watching Uehara size up the next batter.
- >Silence falls over Fenway again.
- >The first pitch goes out.
- >Strike.
- >The crowd draws a collective breath.
- >The second pitch flies.
- >Eyes go wide as the bat hits.
- >Ball.
- >The crowd hangs on its breath.
- >A third pitch.
- >Another ball.
- >Another held breath.
- >A fourth.
- >The bat swings out and sends the ball away...
- >Into foul territory.
- >Strike two.
- >The crowd lets out a sigh of relief.
- >Uehara pauses and collects himself on the mound.
- >Yet another pitch.
- >The batter knocks it away again, foul.
- >The sixth flies.
- >And once more flies foul.
- >The atmosphere in the stands is oppressive. Everyone leans forward in anticipation.
- >Uehara makes the seventh pitch.
- >You watch the batter swing, almost in slow motion.
- >The ball sails over home plate and connects with the catcher's mitt with a dull, resounding thud.
- >Strike three.
- >Fenway Park erupts.
- >Celestia leaps into you and plants her lips over yours.
- 6/
- >Postgame.
- >Lansdowne Street is filled with people within minutes.
- >By the time you manage to get to Brookline, the celebration has spilled out into the surrounding area.
- So, scale a one ta 1872, how on fiah's Southie right now?
- >Celestia punches your arm.
- >”Let's get outta heah 'faw they staht flippin' cahs!”
- That's my fav'rite paht!
- >She grabs you again.
- >”Ah, my Gawd, Anon we won! They pulled through! Worst to first in one season!” the princess cries, squeezing you as you try to walk with the crowd.
- Like a dream, right?
- >”If it's a dream, I don' wanna wake up!”
- >You glance into a nearby bar at the clock.
- Well, we still gawt time. Who says we gotta wake up just yet?
- End
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