Did you have business in Boston today that forced you to drive anywhere near Fenway Park at midday? No?
You should be increeeeeeeeedibly happy about that.
If you were forced to drive anywhere near Fenway, I was the guy on Boylston in the silver Prius screaming obscenities. The one whose head looked like it was going to explode? Yes. Me.
I’d also like to extend the middle finger of friendship to all the people who drove in for the festivities and decided the hospital parking structures were a good place to leave their cars. Because today is such a magic, wonderful day, of course nobody could possibly need convenient access to Children’s Hospital, Beth Israel-Deaconess Medical Center, Dana Farber Cancer Institute or Brigham and Women’s Hospital. Heavens no! Fill up the structure! People who might have patients to take care of or medical care to seek can just keep driving! An extra heaping helping of love to those of you who stood around your cars, drinking beer out of the trunk.
If you’ll excuse me, I’m headed out to run off several hundred kilowatts of accumulated rage.