Trip Start May 29, 2007
16Trip End Jul 02, 2007
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We woke up at the crack of dawn on Monday morning and, with Bonnaroo in our rear view mirror, we raced three hours to Atlanta to prepare for The Red Sox to do battle with The Braves.
The drive was a breeze and scenic as we headed through the mountains of Tennessee and thought about Al Gore and Arrested Development's infamous song "Tennessee": A game of horseshoes?
After me singing "Pardon me sir, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?" for the fifth time, I annoyed the dust off of Dan and he decided we needed to fuel up at The Waffle House.
The place had a jukebox so we punched in The Charlie Daniels Band and listened to "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" as we devoured our hungry man breakfasts.
With our stomachs full and our heart and mind on our hometeam, we mustered all of our focus and energy and powered into The Residence Inn in Buckhead, an affluent suburb of Atlanta that is dubbed "The Beverly Hills of The South"
Following a dip in the hot tub and a complimentary hour of chicken wings and beer, we walked down to the Marta - which is the public transportation line here.
The train connected us to a shuttle and we were at Turner Field in no time. Red Sox nation was in full effect. I mean Sox fans were everywhere like Gremlins multiplying in the shower.
Put it this way, there was a "Here We Go, Red Sox!" chant blaring by the second pitch. The team truly is a national phenomenon. We dominated enemy territory.
The Braves fans tried to silence us with their crushing and catchy "Tomahawk Chop Chant". You haven't lived until you've heard it live: "Ohhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
I love it. It announces a powerful presence and it is intimidating and church-like.
Our beloved boys got crushed the first night but we were able to vindicate ourselves on Tuesday night - especially since Dan and I grabbed $10 seats and muscled our way to the front row of the electric and active bleachers
There is not a bad seat at Turner Field and they have the best and clearest jumbo-tron in the major league. Too bad they can't sell out games. It was weird not having to wait in beer and bathroom lines.
With a sense of victory and relief - we didn't want to walk away with two road losses under our belt - we are packing up the Disco Dan mobile this morning and heading to Birmingham, Alabama to see my favorite southern musician Marc Broussard - http://www.marcbroussard.com
We are staying in the Five Points arts section and going to a cool venue called The Work Play. Check it out here - http://www.workplay.com
I told them I was writing a freelance piece for ROLLING STONE and SPIN and they comped me two tickets. Stay tuned for the concert review.
Yours in travel.
-Josh Kerouac and Dan Cassidy