Went to Fenway today. Sadly, no more Yard Sale. They screwed us on that one. I can't be the only one was was confused about this. It really stinks that some 15-year old doofus who off-handedly decided to receive Twitter updates from the Red Sox saw the message yesterday that the Yard Sale was going on, went there, and bought stuff. While a real fan like me looks right at the same message, but figures it has to be a mistake, since the team had previously stated that the Yard Sale was for Xmas @ Fenway winners only, and doesn't even go--although if I lived closer I could have stopped by just in case. In fact, I might have just gone anyway, but I'd just done the same drive late the night before--AND I knew I'd have to do it again the next day had they really meant that the Yard Sale for non-winners was Sunday (like in previous years). People who don't pay attention were rewarded. People who do overthought it and lost out. All the other stuff aside, if their stupid Tweets had just specified that the sale was open to the general public, I'd still be pissed at them for using that as the only method of notification, but at least I would have gone, and the cottony feel of a game-used Dwayne Hosey/Wayne Housie jersey in my hands right now would have long since washed away the previous pain.

But like I said, I ended up at Fenway today anyway. Kim was selling soaps in Boston (which is why I drove up Friday night, to help her load in), so I went up there, sat parked on a rainy Yawkey Way from about 1 to 2 just in case, and then went and helped Kim and loaded her out. As I left Fenway, all sad with the rain hiding my tears, I stopped at a soda machine and pressed the button clearly marked "Coke" for a $2 pick-me-up. And what came out, but a diet Coke. I stood there in the wind and cold drizzle, staring at this beverage whose taste sickens me. Instead of taking my anger out on the machine like a normal person, I took that diet fuckin' Coke out, threw it up in the air as high as I could, and walked to my car as it fell to earth behind me, its fizzy contents spewing forth and doing the no-pants dance with the raindrops. Or at least I assume they did, for I did not look back. In retrospect, giving the drink to a homeless person might have been more productive. But that diet Coke needed to die. Hopefully somebody picked up what was left of the corpse later and got some refreshment out of it.

I did go in to the Yawkey Way Store, and there were two racks of Crawford 13 shirts--one was completely empty. So they're sellin' a lot of those. AdrGonza should pick a number, eh?

Two paragraphs ago, I spoke a little bit about diet Coke. Let's revisit that topic. It really does taste disgusting. The only time I ever drank it was back in the late 80s. Our neighbors owned the bowling alley and always had a stockpile of candy bars and soda at their house. That soda, unfortunately, was usually diet Coke. It was free. So I held by nose and drank it. The Nerds and candy bars would help to wash away the thin, nasal, your-soda-is-like-bad-medicine-y taste. You see, there's the difference: Give me a free diet Coke in an era before I could drive and get my own alternative, and, fine, I'll take a few sips between bike rides. But charge me $2 for something I do want, and then secretly give me diet Coke instead? Fuck you.