Pewsterbaby
Third String But Playing on Special Teams
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So you can look out your window and see some homeless guys walking around and a bunch of skyscrapers.....I look out my window and see the home to the greatest gladiators of our time.
Oh, that's just not fair at all. I might actually trade in all my cool skyscrapers for a view of Gillette. Only been there twice and those were the '87 & '89 Grateful Dead shows at the old Sullivan aluminum bleacher monstrosity. Looked like oversized high school stadium. I had floor seats and the field was covered in a blue tarp. I cut through it and shaved off some Patriots artificial turf grass blades and put 'em in my pocket. Don't get me in trouble, now. lol.
MY grandparents lived in Attleboro. Every year in the 1970's, during my childhood's annual visits up there, when Thanksgiving dinner was finished and the family had to drive back to Connecticut, we'd pile into the car and as the highway intersection came up upon us, I'd be in the back seat (snuggled in my Sears & Roebuck Winter Patriots coat, waiting for the heat to finally come on), reading the big green state signs in the side of the road. One direction read "This turn for South towards New York" and the other just read "North- FOXBORO". The sign was all sparkly, you know, with the round reflectors spelling out the letters and stuff. To little me, it was as if I was THAT CLOSE to OZ! It was like this utopian destination I'd always seen on t.v., watching the Pats games in the 70's. The promised land. This magical place. Spelled out in glistening round silver reflectors on a vast glowing green field background on a big looming highway sign in the pitch black late November night. As we drove past, I'd crane my neck to make sure I could drink it in for as long as I could before it slipped out of sight for another entire year.
I'd tug on my dad's coat from the back seat,"Dad! dad! Turn right this ONE time! Let's go to Foxboro, pleassseee!"
Well, my curmudgeon mother would NEVER have any of that. This went on year after year.
And there you are... taking for granted the thing I pined after so desperately every Thanksgiving evening.
"Whatchoo Talkin' 'Bout, Kontradiction?"