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This past weekend my friends, Matt and Jordan, and I went to Boston and Rhode Island. I’ve never been to either place but I love Good Will Hunting, so I thought I’d check it out. Actually, I’ve always wanted to go to a Red Sox game at Fenway. Since this is Derek Jeter’s last year, I thought that this would be the perfect time to see one of the best athletes of all time play in one of the best sports rivalries of all time in one of the most historical venues of all time. That’s a lot of “all times.” I beat you to it.

The first couple of days we stayed in a suburb of Boston known as Everett. I don’t know if “the ghetto” is considered a suburb. Maybe it should be labeled as “the streets.” Let’s start over. The first couple of days we stayed on the streets of Boston. Or is it “in the streets?” You get the point. The first night, Matt, Jordan, and I hung out with our Irish friend named Jameson. We left Jameson at our place, and headed down the street to see if there was any type of night life. There was one place that had insanely loud Spanish music with a strobe light, so obviously, we had to see what this place was all about.

Right when I walked in the doors, the kind security guard followed standard procedure…and checked me for blades. As he’s checking me, I was all like. That’s the last time I use that, I promise. I’m not Mexican, nor am I a part of any sort of gang, so I felt a little out of place. Anytime I would talk to a girl I could always see a guy just staring at me with rage. All I wanted the DJ to play was Gas Pedal. The language barrier was pretty tough to break there, so I had to get the waitress to take me up to the DJ where I had spelled out the song “Gas Pedal” in a note on my phone. After about 20 minutes of waiting for the song, Gas Pedal finally comes on, but the DJ put a Mexican beat to it, and only played the first verse. I, immediately, became frustrated, then terrified as all of the men in the club looked like they wanted to hurt me, so I decided that it would be best to round up the troops and head home before we get mugged by the guy from Machete.

The next day, we went to the Red Sox game. Fenway Park is really cool and our seats were awesome. I sat in the middle of all Red Sox fans which was good since I had my Red Sox hat with me and left my Yankees hat at home. We sat next to one Red Sox fan that had so many one-liners that I started to write them down in the “Notes” application on my phone right after the “Gas Pedal” note. This guy called THE Derek Jeter a “pile of goober” in the thickest Boston accent you can possibly think of. The fans in Boston are ruthless. Jacoby Ellsbury is a Yankees player who used to play for the Red Sox. Every time he stepped up to the plate, everyone booed him in typical Boston fashion. After about his third at-bat, and everyone booing him, I kind of felt bad for the guy. I thought to myself, “Hey guys. Take it easy on him. He was probably making the best financial decision for him and his family,” as I booed the sh@t out of him. We had one Yankee fan in our section who he stood up as one of the most beloved Red Sox of all time, David Ortiz, came to the plate, and he started to chant, “O-Ver-Ra-Ted (clap) (clap) (clap) (clap) (clap) O-Ver-Ra-Ted! Everyone!” The Red Sox fan I referred to earlier immediately chants, “Shut-The-Hell-Up!” Boston fans in general are second to none. The Red Sox lost, but we got to see Derek Jeter play and David Ortiz hit a home run, so I would consider that a good night.

The whole New England area is really cool. Rhode Island and Boston are night and day, but I really enjoyed the differences. If you’re looking for a cool weekend trip, New England is a great place to go.