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A 1 hour layover in Boston means only one thing for me: How much of Beantown can I observe from the airport? Answer: very little. What I did notice was, that out of probably 100 different people I saw walk by me as I was waiting for my connecting flight to DC, about 65 of them had either a Bo Sox hat or shirt on. As I frantically searched through my carry on to see if I could find my Angels hat to dawn (No I didn't crap out like Boyd and Kevin when they were scared to wear their Angels hats to the Yanks/Angels game), I realized, "Man, these fans are hardcore."

I never stepped foot outside the airport in Boston, but I could tell these fans were actually baseball fans. It was 4:45 in the morning and those colors didn't run. Nevermind the fact that I didn't speak to a single fan, I just built a bit of an image of a true baseball fan from that scene at the airport. I bet these fans truly appreciate advancing runners to 2nd and 3rd with less then 2 outs, or moving from 1st to 3rd on a single. I think Southern California is being groomed into that, but we're not there yet.

Ok this post is being cut incredibly short, time to go pick up Alexa from the airport...

Labels: Beantown, fans