I was in New York yesterday for work and I gotta tell you. Schlepping around that city can be a bitch. There's nothing quite like being on the M31 with my suitcase and two bags at 8am. Brutal.
Anyway, I left the office around 3pm to catch my 4pm Acela Express out of Penn Station. Naturally the train was 45 mins late taking off. I sat in the Acela waiting area and started to people watch and day dream. A father and son strolled over and sat a couple of seats away from me. The dad tapped away on his Blackberry while the son, who was maybe 10 chattered on and on about how excited he was for the game tonight and how they had the best seats in Fenway.
Little shit. It's always the little kids who luck out and get tickets to these big games.
I leaned over and said to him, "You going to the game tonight?"
"YEAH! I'm so excited. I can't wait."
"Are you a Red Sox fan?"
"YEAH! I love the Red Sox!"
"Me too!"
At this point the father looked over at me to see who was striking up a conversation with his pre-pubescent son.
"You a fan too?" he asked with his hands clutched firmly around his berry.
"Yes. I'm from Boston."
At the mention of Boston the son started to get animated and squirmed excitedly in his chair.
"Oh wowwowwow! I can't wait. Our seats are so great too!"
"Where are you sitting?" I asked the son. The father was staring at me, probably wondering why I was chatting up his kid, but I noticed a ring on dads finger and I was just innocently trying to make a young kids day by talking about the game since his father was too interested in his Blackberry.
"We have box seats right behind the Sox dug out."
I let out a low whistle, "Niiiiiiiiiiice! Who's your favorite player?"
"Weeeell it was Manny but now it's probably Pedroia, or Ellsbury, or Youk."
"All good choices. I like Varitek."
"SUPERMAN!" He shouted probably in reference to the song that plays when Tek and his thighs get up to bat.
The boy bounded off like a cocker spaniel to go check the status of our train, dad went back to his berry and I went back to my In Touch magazine. Jen had lipo. So?
A few minutes later I looked up and the kid was standing in front of me staring at me.
"Hii...?"
He just smiled and walked back to his seat.
"Dad....Dad?!..."
"Mmmmm?"
"Dad, you should ask her to sit with us on the train."
"Well maybe she has her own seat."
"Yeah but dad, she's pretty AND she likes the Red Sox. She could be my new mom!"
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.
"You already have a mom."
"Enjoy the game boys!" I grabbed my stuff and headed out of the waiting area before the kid suggested we meet at the Empire State Building on Valentine's Day.
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Sidebar Blog:
Also, while I was in New York I walked down to the front desk to pick up my sushi and there was Rachel Zoe. She was waiting to get her visitors badge assigned to her and after I signed the bill for my order waited next to her at the elevator. She was too preoccupied with her iPhone to realize the elevator doors had opened so I had to say to her, "Do you want to get on this elevator?" To which she responded, "Oh yes."
She was wearing her huge bug sunglasses (it was raining, and we were inside), a white coat and had her scraggly hair down which covered like her entire upper body. As my mother would say, "Do something with that hair!"
She's totally as tiny as she looks on TV and could use a cake.