Let's go, PawSox!

Trip Start Jun 03, 2011
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Trip End Jun 25, 2011


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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Pawtucket wasn't an obvious stop when we planned this trip. It hardly gets a mention in the boring guide book, but we decided to stop there for two excellent reasons. One, it was a mid-point between our intended target of Newport. Two, the Pawtucket Red Sox were at home, giving us an opportunity to satisfy our craving for more Baseball.

The great thing about Baseball is that there's always another match. 161 games a season means that rather than building up all week towards a match as one might do for football, Baseball is on a lot of the time. In theory, that should have menat that we had ample opportunities to watxch some games while we were away. But again fate had conspired against us: we missed the Cubs at Wrigley Field as they wrere playing away while we were in Chicago, we'd missed the Boston Red Sox as they were away while we were in Boston and we hadn't been able to acquire tickets for the following weekend to Fenway Park (we'd been planning to make a trip back to Boston especially). As the options narrowed we decided to check out the Paw Sox, as they're known locally. The atmosphere is hard to describe at these matches. The Paw Sox are a feeder team for the Red Sox, so the crowd are supporters of both Red Sox, Boston and Pawtucket. Moreover, the sheer volume of games makes spectators a little blase as to the result, although that's not say they're not passionate fans. As the match edged towards the 9th innings all square at 5-5, we were amazed as at least half of the locals left. When the Paw Sox eventually emerged triumphant from an addtional tenth inning 6-5, the players celebrated with the winning hitter in front of about a third of the fans that had been there at the start. Lynds and I were the most excited spectators in the stadium!

The only other remarkable part of Pawtucket was a run-in with less than friendly locals. Pawtucket isn't a rich place: it's an industrial city in the shadow of Providence that's not frequented by tourists. Soon after arriving, Lynds and I set off from our hotel in search of somewhere to eat. For the first time we had ended up somewhere where people don't walk to eat - they drive. Walking was clearly not the done thing in this neighbourhood and we hadn't been walkiing for more than a couple of minutes before a car had pulled up alongside us at the lights, gangsta rap blaring out, with two Meth-dealing maniacs eyeballing us. At least, that's what it felt like. We abandoned our assumption that one could take a stroll in downtown America, retreated to the hotel and picked up the keys to Betty.
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Pat & Mike on

Well you intrepid travellers - you are on the final lap! Enjoy NY. Thanks for the blogs - we feel as though we've been with you every step of the way.......Keep eating the clam chowder - it's Mike's favourite. We were served it in a ginormous soda bread with its top cut off and middle scooped out and the clam chowder poured in - delicious x x

Pat & Mike on

How's your toe Lyndsey? I bet that hurt!

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alexanderdrury on

Toe has healed well and is fine now, no thanks to Alex! My diagnosis is that it was more of a dislocation than a break. Arrived safely in New York, Lyndsey xx

Neall n Jo on

"Hey there you crazy kids" (American drawl)

Thank God for old Betty is all i can sa last thing u need on an evening stroll is meth heads eyeballing u ha...

Loving the blog we've been on pins waitin for the next entry....

and as you can tell we've dragged ourselves into the 21st century especially for it....

Good luck on your next destination all our love as always Neall n Jo

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