Samantha Surowiec – Staff Writer
For the eleventh time in twenty years, a Boston sports team has brought home another title, reaffirming that Boston truly is the City of Champions. After a record-breaking season, the Boston Red Sox—lead by new manager Alex Cora—are the 2018 World Series Champions. They blew past the New York Yankees and the Houston Astros, only to beat the Los Angeles Dodgers in a quick 4-1 series to win the title. Most Red Sox fans, myself included, had to watch their team celebrate the World Series win in Dodgers Stadium from the comfort of their own homes, but were eagerly anticipating the parade that would ride through the streets of Boston soon.
When the Sox made it to the finals, my roommate and I both agreed that we would go to the World Series parade if the team actually won. So, after Chris Sale struck out Manny Machado in a perfect ending to the season Sunday night, the two of us started making plans to get into Boston that Wednesday.
Most news stations recommended arriving to the parade route as early as 8:00 a.m. in order to snag a great spot, so Kerry and I crawled out of bed bright and early at 5:00 a.m. and took an early train into Boston.
Bundled in our heavy winter jackets and sporting our Red Sox gear, the two of us managed to find a spot to stand on Boylston St., right up against the barricades, around 7:30 a.m. Two hours later, we were so tightly packed into our spot by the masses of people that had arrived after us that we were both pressed up against the cold metal barriers.
Camera operators were popping up everywhere and following the news anchors reporting on scene, so every now and then the crowd would erupt in cheers as the cameras panned over us. While there were a lot of radio stations handing out signs, plenty of people made their own. Most of the ones I saw were Manny Machado taunts, saying things like “Machado plays with dolls.”
The Boston Police Department was swarming the streets, keeping crazy fans from hopping over the barricades and into the light oncoming traffic that consisted mostly of Red Sox players arriving at Fenway Park. While we were waiting for the parade, David Ortiz, Andrew Benintendi and J.D. Martinez drove past us in their cars and waved.
At 11:00 a.m. sharp, I could hear screaming coming from the fans standing near Fenway Park, and I knew that the parade was officially underway. “I’m Shipping Up To Boston” was being played by the Dropkick Murphys as they drove past us on the first Duck Boat in the line. Trucks containing confetti cannons rolled past, and everyone frantically tried to grab pieces of confetti out of the air as they fell. Not long after came David Ortiz and Pedro Martinez, each hoisting a World Series trophy over their heads.
All of the boats passed by only five or so feet away from me, and it felt like I was dreaming when I saw my favorite players leaning over the tops of the boats and waving down at me. The parade may have only lasted twenty minutes, but they were some of the best twenty minutes of my life. Never have I been so proud to be a Boston sports fan.
Although, I think I said that after the Patriot’s won the Super Bowl in 2017. Now that the Celtics’ and Patriots’ seasons are well underway, I look forward to hopefully attending another in the near future. After all, it’s Boston we’re talking about.