The No Hitter

Last night I watched in a pub as Clay Buchholz of the Boston Red Sox pitched a no hitter to the Baltimore Orioles team. First time in Red Sox history that a Rookie has accomplished that. I"m telling you, the pitch and fever at the bar was so high that I was cheering and clapping along with all the crazy locals.

I was the bar to listen to some session music and drink a beer-- maybe two beers. While listening to the music I was pulled into a conversation between a girl and two fellows. The boys started a game of darts right next to where I was sitting and I starting trying to figure out how they were scoring-- I've never played darts. Anyways, I ended up playing 3 games, paired up with one of the fellows (we won 2/3-- I kept hitting double 20), and exchanging rounds of drinks. At about 10pm we decided we were hungry and we ordered chinese delivery from across the street-- I jogged down to a hispanic place and brought back some plantains, yucca and potato for the meal. We spent the night telling stories. The boys are brothers from Ireland and the girl was a fiancee of one of the boys. They have another brother who runs an Irish pub in Malasia. The girl works with autistic children. They had great stories-- but sometimes they would get excited and starting talking so fast, and in such dialect, that I wasn't able to follow. I stole Smitty's trick and just laughed when they laughed. Thanks smitty!

It's strange how you just meet people and enjoy their company. I think life would be so much easier if people just played games, drank and ate together regardless of how long you've known them! They needed a 4th, I was sitting there, and it landed up being more than just the relaxing evening I was expecting. I made it home at midnight-- sleepy, full of Guinness, and still smiling as I got ready for bed.