I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 19, and I got a call from a buddy asking if I wanted to jump in and drive to Boston. We left 3 hrs later on a whim. No tickets, no plan, nothing.
Our buddies Dad (lawyer/connected to Sox organization) met us at a bar 20 mins before first pitch.
He gave us scout seat tickets and we sat behind Varitek & Damon’s wives. When El Duque came in and retired the side we were going nuts.
After the game I got separated from the group. It was pouring outside, I ran into a bar/club to get out of the rain. I was midway through a one-way line when I realized there was a cop wearing ass-less chaps on the dance floor. I had to pay a cover to make a U-turn
Don Cooper gives the best story you’ll ever hear about El Duque getting out of that inning.