Thursday, October 09, 2003
My friends are getting married this weekend and I couldn’t feel any worse for them. No, I’m not upset that two more are making the leap from the holy land of singledom, which would be hypocritical. No, I feel bad because they are getting married this Saturday.
Unless you’ve been living in a hole or doing damage control for the newly elected
Governator of California, you know all about the Red Sox huge series against the New York We’re Richer Than You Yankees. Yes, the dreaded Evil Empire is not only in town for game three on Saturday afternoon at Fenway, but Pedro Martinez is scheduled to work against number one traitor Roger Clemens. It could be the most anticipated and exiting match-up of the series and my friends are getting married right smack in the middle of it. Ouch.
No sooner had I finally pulled my heart out of my throat following the Sox win over the A’s, did I realize that my friends wedding was on a crash course with game three’s four o’clock start. My thoughts instantly flashbacked to another friend of mine who had the dubious distinction of getting married during the Pedro/Benedict Arnold match-up in game three of the ’99 series. To this day, she still moans about losing most of her reception to the television in the bar. I’d imagine she would be far less bitter if one of those absentee Sox devotees hadn’t been her husband. This Saturday should prove to be even more interesting.
See, the soon-to-be-groom grew up in New York and is a lifetime pin-striper while the bride-in-waiting is native Bostonian with a strict allegiance to the Sox. Add it all and it amounts to a room divided. Fortunately for we Sox lovers, the wedding is on our home turf, which at least gives us hand as the Yankees fans begin arriving for the rehearsal dinner Friday night. Can you see the Hatfield and McCoy scenario playing out? I know it won’t get heated, after all we’re all civil people, even the Yankee fans. Plus, the ground rules have been laid-out by the groom.
With the ceremony likely to be completed by 3:30 and a reception start of 5:00, there is a bit of a window there. The groom has put in a request for scores to be relayed at the bar as long as nothing is announced over the PA system at the reception. Pretty confidant that this will not satiate the masses, I went into contingency planning mode. A few emails later, I was able to confirm a television in the bar adjacent to the reception hall and secure a portable TV as a back-up. In an effort to not upset the bride, I figure we can go in shifts to the reception staying in contact with the bar folks via two-way radio. At the very least this should keep everyone happy with no one the wiser. Plus, barring extra frames, I figure we’ll all be back in time for dessert.
Being in the wedding party, my last dilemma is deciphering if I will be jinxing my beloved Sox by standing up next to a Yankee fan. But, if Larry Bird can induct Magic Johnson into the hall of fame, I can certainly stand-up for a Yankee fan. I just hope my Sox hat doesn’t clash too much with my tux.
Unless you’ve been living in a hole or doing damage control for the newly elected
Governator of California, you know all about the Red Sox huge series against the New York We’re Richer Than You Yankees. Yes, the dreaded Evil Empire is not only in town for game three on Saturday afternoon at Fenway, but Pedro Martinez is scheduled to work against number one traitor Roger Clemens. It could be the most anticipated and exiting match-up of the series and my friends are getting married right smack in the middle of it. Ouch.
No sooner had I finally pulled my heart out of my throat following the Sox win over the A’s, did I realize that my friends wedding was on a crash course with game three’s four o’clock start. My thoughts instantly flashbacked to another friend of mine who had the dubious distinction of getting married during the Pedro/Benedict Arnold match-up in game three of the ’99 series. To this day, she still moans about losing most of her reception to the television in the bar. I’d imagine she would be far less bitter if one of those absentee Sox devotees hadn’t been her husband. This Saturday should prove to be even more interesting.
See, the soon-to-be-groom grew up in New York and is a lifetime pin-striper while the bride-in-waiting is native Bostonian with a strict allegiance to the Sox. Add it all and it amounts to a room divided. Fortunately for we Sox lovers, the wedding is on our home turf, which at least gives us hand as the Yankees fans begin arriving for the rehearsal dinner Friday night. Can you see the Hatfield and McCoy scenario playing out? I know it won’t get heated, after all we’re all civil people, even the Yankee fans. Plus, the ground rules have been laid-out by the groom.
With the ceremony likely to be completed by 3:30 and a reception start of 5:00, there is a bit of a window there. The groom has put in a request for scores to be relayed at the bar as long as nothing is announced over the PA system at the reception. Pretty confidant that this will not satiate the masses, I went into contingency planning mode. A few emails later, I was able to confirm a television in the bar adjacent to the reception hall and secure a portable TV as a back-up. In an effort to not upset the bride, I figure we can go in shifts to the reception staying in contact with the bar folks via two-way radio. At the very least this should keep everyone happy with no one the wiser. Plus, barring extra frames, I figure we’ll all be back in time for dessert.
Being in the wedding party, my last dilemma is deciphering if I will be jinxing my beloved Sox by standing up next to a Yankee fan. But, if Larry Bird can induct Magic Johnson into the hall of fame, I can certainly stand-up for a Yankee fan. I just hope my Sox hat doesn’t clash too much with my tux.
