To the few remaining regulars in this news group:
You are friends I've never met. Most of you are probably at the game
right now. My long-planned trip fell through.
I'm a New Hampshire baseball fan who has made perhaps 40 trips to
Olympic Stadium since 1977. Your comments, analysis and arguments here have
informed and entertained me.
Together, we rooted for an underdog. We appreciated a team that exceeded
expectations more years than not. (To this incurable Red Sox fan, believe
me, that meant a lot.) We knew the Big O's absurd flaws, but enjoyed its
smoked meat, uncrowded beer kiosks and all-too-available good, cheap seats.
Sure, my wife and I will still visit Montreal. We love the jazz
festival, the restaurants, the lively street scene and that first sight of
the city from the south.
But we'll never get off the Metro at Pie IX again. And that's a damn
shame.
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