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Posted by: admin	6/5/2006 8:41 AM
“A Wicked Awesome World Series” Kevin. Boston. Recently taken down by marriage. My Red Sox were about to win the World Series, and I decided I’d rather have my balls in a vice than watch it on TV. I had to be there. The tough part was that it was in St. Louis. “Fuck it, I’m going.” I headed to the airport and started recruiting. I got 3 friends to meet me at Logan. It was the first time I had ever bought a plane ticket at the airport and $600 later I realized it wasn’t that difficult. We booked our St. Louis hotel from the Boston airport, got the number from 411. We landed in St. Louis, hopped a cab, told him where to go and he thought we were kidding. When he dropped us off in the ghetto, we realized why he thought we were kidding. To best describe it: when we went to buy beer, the liquor store got robbed, no joke. We had to prove to the cops that we actually paid for the 40’s that we bought (yeah 40’s, we figured when in Rome….). So, now it was time to head to Busch Stadium and get some tickets. We all got tickets, only 2 of them together, but who cared at this point? Oddly enough, we still ran into each other at the beer stands. And yes, the fucking Red Sox won, that’s right, first World Series in 86 years!!!! “I’m friggin’ going crazy in St. Louis tonight!!!” We hit the bars and all of us Sox fans managed to find the same places. Some of the players even joined us for the celebration. There were a few Cardinals fans, who I have to say were great sports. My buddy Pelly swapped his Red Sox jersey with a woman wearing a Cardinals jersey in the middle of the bar. I was much more excited to see her topless than Pelly. All of this excitement got us riled up for some more tits and ass, so we asked where the best nudie joints where. I’m not sure if this was their revenge, but they sent us to East St. Louis in Illinois. While the strip club was insane, we easily could have been shot. After spending all of our money on girls, we hitched a ride on the back of a pick up truck. We jumped out of the truck by our motel, then watched the guy ditch the truck, run about a block and then get tackled by a cop. Our guess is that we rode in a stolen truck, nice. After all of this, leaving work on a whim, buying tickets on the go, and seeing the Sox win was the best trip I could have never planned.

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