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Saturday Night’s Alright For Commenting: June 2, 2018

Take off your pants and jacket. It’s S.N.O.T. time.

Toronto Blue Jays v Boston Red Sox Photo by Maddie Meyer/Getty Images

Last weekend I went a short little vacation. Traveling during Memorial Day weekend rocks. The summer officially starts and the airports are fairly empty. Flower dresses and shorts are out. The sun is sweltering. I, along with everyone else, am smiling.

This year, I flew up to the Boston. I met up with one of my lifelong friends who lives in Philadelphia and my brother who lives in Dallas; we stayed with my friend from California. Boyz trip. The next day we went to a Red Sox game. I have never been somewhere where people care about baseball that much. Every pitch was discussed. Bullpen moves were broken down. I was just there to see something I had seen become reality and listen to Boston accents complain about bottled wata, spewing hatred for the sun that scorches their white pasty skin.

Afterwards we went out to eat to the Oyster House. It’s some old restaurant with mussels, oysters, clams, and other seafood. It was good! Then we strolled around some dive bars and took an Uber from hell. The following morning, we walked around Walden Pond, drank some chocolate banana coffee, and took a train to Philly. You know, the stuff from which The Menzingers songs are made.

I watched the country side float on by. Rhode Island. Connecticut. The Big Apple, baby. It took us into Philly around 9:30. I ate a barfood meatball sub, fell in love, and watched LeBron move onto the Finals.

For Memorial Day itself, we went down to D.C. to see Gaslight Anthem play the 59 Sound from front to end, my favorite band playing my favorite album. But first, we ate a cheesesteak for breakfast. I threw my trash on the ground, a real Philadelphian I am. In D.C., I revisited the past with an old friend, drank some alley way beers, and then we all crooned and sang-a-long to their songs, which became our songs after all those garage singing nights that have been gone for so long.

Anyways, that’s all I got. Have fun doing whatever it is that you do. The rest is yours to talk about whatever you want, Texans-related or not. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply.