Mobile Minutes: Fan Boy

I want to make sports alliances very, very clear:

  1. My obvious #1 team loyalty is with the Kansas City Shock [I'd be a fool not to be, especially after this past week of events]
  2. Sporting Kansas City
  3. Boston Breakers

It’s very evident that I am a soccer fan. For several reasons; all of which I’m not explaining tonight. This week though, I’ve been able to be a ‘fan boy’ in several ways. Whether it be standing in the grass watching the Kansas City Shock start their season practices [it was chillingly cool], or what went on today; it was nice to step out of the suit, away from the sandwich, and just be a fan.

Today I had the pleasure of witnessing one of the coolest things I’ve seen come together to date. As all are aware just over a month ago I went to Boston, Massachusetts to watching the Boston Breakers of the National Women’s Soccer League, and their home opener. Quite the experience and came to know several amazing people in the process. Through this event, while talking to the staff of the Breakers, there came the potential idea of the Breakers training at a facility when they came into Kansas City to play. I left them my card, and went home. A few days later I received a call wondering if our home field would be available for training. “Ummm…a NWSL team training on our home field? E.P.I.C.” were my initial thoughts, verbally it was merely “Yes”. However, due to the unforeseen circumstances of the terrorist activities in Boston, that specific game was delayed and they didn’t come into Kansas City.

That brings us to last week. My phone rang again, and the process began anew. We kept it quiet, and just allowed itself to work out up to this afternoon. At 5:15 PM CST I watched a massive tour bus pull up into the lot at our home field. Out of it came 16 NWSL players of the Boston Breakers and the coaching staff. I tried to remain professional, but I make no promises. For the next ninety minutes I, along with some colleagues of our program, just watched this team loosen up, play some balls, and actually have some fun.

I. Was. Fascinated.

Even when I heard our Director of Media call out to Sydney Leroux, “Hey Sydney!” and pointed at her jacket that she nearly forgot, just to remind her to pick it up on her way out; I couldn’t get over the experience. After the week that this week has been, this ninety minute period was perfect. So, so perfect. I was a fan boy. I fit the description. I controlled myself, but inside I was just dying of being around all of these people…many in my world I consider famous.

Sitting back and thinking, it’s incredible to see a connection form between two programs, a group of people, and simple ideas over a set period of time. I love it! I love it because even while I was just amazed at the world around me, it felt so natural, so right. Though I know zero of soccer skills/coaching/statistics/etc…I was so comfortable. It’s similar to other projects that I’ve been involved in this week [and there are a lot of them]. Everything just clicked, everything made sense. I was comfortable and I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.

You honestly thought I wouldn't get a picture of the team?

You honestly thought I wouldn’t get a picture of the team?


P.S. As a brief statement. For any of them who may ever read this. I’ve met and been around several teams in my life, but never [aside from my biased own] have I met a team on multiple occasions that have been the class act that the entire Boston Breakers are. They could have ignored me, the psycho-child, from the very beginning. A major, major thanks to the organization for being a role model, and for the team for being so darn impressive in person. 

Mobile Minutes: Boston Part XII


As anyone would say when traveling; the first day back you’re just exhausted. I feel like my head has been in a steam room most of the day.

Somewhere in New Hampshire...or Vermont? I hadn't yet realized how far off I was...

Somewhere in New Hampshire…or Vermont? I hadn’t yet realized how far off I was…

When I landed at KCI I was greeted by my girlfriend and four news stations. Because the plane had over 30 local runners participating in the Boston Marathon everyone was looking for a quote. Unfortunately my wardrobe that I had picked out that morning was the same color scheme as the jackets from those in the marathon. After getting through the gate, I hugged my girlfriend, answered a few questions [clarifying clearly that I wasn't there] and moved out of the airport promptly. While this was going on the airline computer system for American Airlines had gone down as well, redirecting passengers to the same terminal we were in.

For once KCI was an absolute nightmare.

The cue of the snow on the mountains should have been the giveaway...given that Portland is a shipping town on the coast...

The cue of the snow on the mountains should have been the giveaway…given that Portland is a shipping town on the coast…

After an hour of running around we were finally out of the airport, I picked up my repaired Altima, worked on a store in Kansas City, and met some of the crew at Freebirds down south. Upon returning home that night up until this point everything has just been a whirlwind.

Turns out on US 302 that the hairpins are driven so much that the line int he middle of the road...yeah...not visible. That railing on the right keeps you from falling into the frigid river below. Fun times!

Turns out on US 302 that the hairpins are driven so much that the line int he middle of the road…yeah…not visible. That railing on the right keeps you from falling into the frigid river below. Fun times!

But, we move on. As goes with any trip I’ve got photos throughout this post from Monday’s random journey, and all sorts of random links that document the entire, eventful journey to Boston, Massachusetts [and back]:

Turns out coffee shops in Portland, Maine close at 7:00 PM EST during the week. Who knew? The good news though? The ocean never closes.

Turns out coffee shops in Portland, Maine close at 7:00 PM EST during the week. Who knew? The good news though? The ocean never closes.

Sadly, this journey will be memorable for far too many things. It was nice going into work today and being asked about the soccer match. Realistically, by the time I woke up today if it wasn’t the phone case I purchased this weekend, I’d almost forgotten why I was even in Boston. My poor girlfriend doesn’t even talk about the game, she only makes mention of me flying back. MC talked to me today on the phone, and just hinted at how nervous my girlfriend was about the airport [which thankfully was wonderfully amazing]. It’s a heavy heart that I left in Boston, to the city, but not the people. The people of Boston do not need heavy hearts sent their way; they’re stronger then that. Take every horror story you’ve heard about New York, Washington, and elsewhere along the coastline and never, ever compare it to the city of Boston, Massachusetts.

Even before the traumatic events on Monday, I was going to be sure to wrap up this whole adventure by speaking about the city dynamics, the atmosphere, and the overall culture of Boston; just from my perspective. I feel guilty knowing now what I do versus what I had grown up believing about “Bean Town”. The people are prideful, but not in an arrogant way, its in a way that shows you that they’ve worked hard for what they have. Meeting the Boston PD while at Dunkin Donuts was an example of that; everywhere I went the respect for the police in Boston was unreal [this was before the bombings mind you]. Sure, traffic is terrible, but people aren’t mean, they don’t yell at you; this was definitely not D.C. or LA for sure. It really felt like a close knit community of only 1.2 million people. Outside of the insane pricing for home ownership I definitely wouldn’t mind living in Boston [or goodness].

In case anyone is ever curious…yes, I did finally get my lobster roll at Susan’s Fish-N-Chips in Portland, Maine [also got their 2 Fish Sandwiches for $2.50]…

Portland, Maine; while being much smaller then Boston is truly a hidden gem in the New England area. If you don’t know what you’re looking for you will miss Portland, I promise you. However, once you find it, even a few minutes in there will keep you from wanting to return from your original destination. The city overlooks a glass bay, from one side you find people and parks, and everything in between and on the other side you see the cityscape; nothing extremely large, but its beautiful. Modern decor blends with fishing stories and great food. The people are lively, active and engaging. I saw more people in bikes in Portland in one evening then I’ve counted back home in at least a month. It’s peaceful, remote, but large enough to find anything and everything you’d need [did I mention that they have a pretty decent lobster roll?]

...with tarter sauce...

…with tarter sauce…


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part XI

Good morning world.

I’m sipping on some Dunkin and sitting at gate E1A.

It’s time for some serious bragging:

Boston: Aside from the rush hour this morning being absolutely awful, the people are Boston are not down and out. They’re moving along and making sure that they’re taking care of each other. Realistically, it is very noble. Each radio station this morning had people calling in from their viewpoint of the bombings. Some sad stories, but honestly…with 26K runners and thousands of fans; the positive stories of safety and rescues far outnumbered the sorrowful notes.

Boston-Logan: Mad props to Boston-Logan International. Sure, there has been an increase of definitely 100% of police force in the area, but people are smiling, flights are on time, and no one is irritable. Blue and yellow shirts and jackets are dotted throughout the airport [these are the jerseys and jackets from the marathon runners], but there’s just happiness. People ‘high fiving’ one another, and just happy…people are just happy in the airport.

TSA: For the flack that TSA has received in the past, major, MAJOR props to the TSA at Boston-Logan today. They have been insanely friendly, very patient, no one is barking out orders, and they’re smiling. Yes, there are assault rifles all throughout the airport and again security has increased substantially, but TSA has blown me away today.

In the end, I’ve got an hour before I’m back on my way to KC. Never underestimate American’s and their will to succeed. Sometimes that success and overcoming sensation is demonstrated by a single action:

A smile.


P.S. I think I’ve discovered a new personal goal for 2014. I’m going to try to run the Boston Marathon.

Mobile Minutes: Boston Part X




I’ve arrived back in the city a few minutes ago. My hotel is across the street from a National Guard base; as you can imagine they’re on full alert. I think four Hummer’s were sitting out on the entry of the base, lights on, and fully active. Chilling. My hotel, like several other hotels in the area, were packed with Boston Marathon runners. This hotel is silent…just silent. I walked along the sidewalk to my room and saw a few people in sweats and comfortable looking shirts; we made eye contact and we all knew we looked the exact same: tired, confused, and still in a matter of disbelief.

We’ve been informed that everyone is to stay in their homes and hotels tonight. So, no one is moving through the area. From what I know my flight is on schedule for tomorrow morning; the FFA has lifted the ‘no-flight’ area at Boston-Logan. Southwest is allowing flights to be rescheduled, but as I’m sure many others can say…I’d like to get out of this area as fast as possible. With that said; I can’t even imagine what security is going to be like at Boston-Logan. We know the “T” is going to have a very heavy police presence, and between the tunnel [Big Dig] and the international airport, I imagine tomorrow morning is going to be a very, very long morning.

As you can imagine; every television channel and every radio station is 24/7 stream of news and updates. Truthfully I feel the eerily similarity of being in Joplin, Missouri after the tornado a few years ago. Walking zombies of people who have no idea what’s going on, and the overall sadness in the atmosphere. The evident difference is that someone did this on purpose, to create violence, to end life, and create chaos.

I just saw an update along the ticker on the bottom of the screen that we should expect massive delays at Boston-Logan tomorrow. So, I’m going to make my life as simple as possible: laptop goes into the carry-on suitcase. I’ll wear a t-shirt, jacket, and sweats tomorrow; no belts, zippers, or anything else. Make sure that the plastic bag is out in the open with shampoo, and all other liquids, and have my ID and ticket available at a moments notice.

So many of those friends that I had made yesterday, and the players from yesterday were in or at the race. The Boston Breakers were prompt in informing everyone that all players were contacted, all are safe, and all are taken care of currently. It’s unreal to think that 24 hours ago the atmosphere was light, full of excitement with the soccer match. Tonight, even in Somerville, Lexington, and elsewhere in the area…it’s just silent; Boston is silent.

I know several of you who read this have peppered me with questions about today, and my plans for tomorrow, so I hope this assist in clarifying. As far as I’m concerned it is an attempt at military organization tomorrow; make eye contact, say ‘yes sir, no sir’, and focus on getting on the plane.

Here’s to a new day, and here’s to the prayers going to Boston tonight.


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part IX

This was supposed to be humorous.

Sadly I can’t quite find the mindset to bring a smile to even myself. After getting lost in Vermont I went through US 302, winding across the mountain range that actually has Mount Washington in it. During this time I finally got cell reception, saw the emails and suddenly panicked.

I was supposed to be at the finish line. In a random change of events last night I had decided to not go to the Boston Marathon and instead head up here. The realization of that was more then I could handle and required a few minutes of fresh air. Then I started receiving the texts and phone calls from those who knew where I was this weekend. I called MC, she nearly lost it when I told her what had happened and that I was safe. The players from the Boston Breakers were in the race today, but thankfully they were all safe.

This is the first time that I’ve been this…close…to something like this. I imagine that the airport will be a nightmare tomorrow, but for now…I’m unbelievably grateful for direction to head north. No humor in this at all; I’m just happy that somehow God shipped me to Vermont, Canada, and then Portland instead of spending the day in Boston.


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part VIII

I thought the Rocky Mountains would be a little rockier…

So, I’m on my way to Portland, Maine; heading to Susan’s Fish-N-Chips, and I started to think “Wow, I didn’t realize there were so many mountains on the way to Portland…which is on the coast?”. I was on I-93 for felt like eternity. That’s when I saw the sign:

Canada 59 Miles

Yeah, turns out I was supposed to take I-91 NOT I-93. Thankfully the rest stop in Vermont has free WiFi, so I’m typing this while I’m checking on routes to cross the state to get to Portland, Maine.

You just can’t make these stories up.

I will get my lobster.


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part VII

I’m on the loose. Because of how the airline tickets setup I wound up with an extra day in the area.
So, I’m packing my bags and I’m heading north. Literally. It turns out that Maine is just up the road. Maine as our economy teachers have taught us, has lobster. I’ve come this far and haven’t had lobster yet. It’s nearly a two hour drive (with tolls) and the weather is beautiful.

Shoreline drive it is then, and this time my camera is ready.


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part VI


Every part of why I came up to Boston, Massachusetts was outlined this afternoon. After a rising round of donuts and Dunkin [part be continued] I made my way down the ‘streets’ [ally-ways] to Dilboy Stadium; the field that the Boston Breakers have called home for a few years now.

Dilboy Stadium

Dilboy Stadium

First, the stadium is next to a Gulf gas station [yes, Gulf does exist...I'm as surprised as you are] with a 24/7 Dunkin Donuts inside the building. Second, the field is a mix of a track, football field, and soccer field. The town of Somersville, Massachusetts owns the park and the Breakers rent the field for their game day use. I parked the car and started walking around the field, noting the fences, building style, and the street vendors that were putting up shop outside the field. At this time a bald man was walking down the stadium entrance as well;  the Boston accent almost as evident as the Kansas City Shock t-shirt he was sporting. Indeed, I had found my man.

Meet Ryan, he’s the logistics coordinator for the Boston Breakers, also goes by Mr. Dunkin, and Director of Media Relations. Professional doesn’t even begin to describe the guy. He’s been chatting with me for years on Twitter, literally. Since the Women’s Professional Soccer [WPS] days. However, today was the first time we met in real life. Ryan, along with the GM of the show “LB” were two of the primary reasons I was here. “LB” had been at the WPSL AGM in Las Vegas and Ryan had been keeping track of the Kansas City Shock. Factor in some of our crew meeting Ryan and their head coach, Lisa Cole, in Indianapolis this winter and let’s just say that the connections between the two programs continue to grow.

When I met with Ryan we just talked small talk, got started on setting up the field and the press box. I got a pass to wander around the facilities and just watch it all work. It’s incredible watching a professional organization get their stuff together for their home opener. Sure, not everything was perfect [when is it ever?], but it was so smooth. You could tell this program had been around the block a few times. Their new sponsor; Ocean Spray [yes, that one] was already noted on the runner boards [advertising boards] and jerseys. “NikeSoccer” was plastered everywhere compliments of the National Women’s Soccer League [though it has not been formally announced as a sponsor for the league], and people were running around in order and structure to the game ready that was four hours away.

While Ryan worked on setting up all of his computers, iPads, and glow sticks in the press box “LB” was spotted in the bleachers talking through the ever-so-needed walkie talkie. Thank goodness he remembered me from Las Vegas. After a few minutes of chit-chat he asked about my seating, and I had purchased a ticket [of which I do not regret], but “LB” had other plans. He gave me a ‘pitch side pass’ [for NASCAR fans this would be a pit pass] and showed me my seat that was on the field, literally a few feet from the sideline.

Bonus points!

Bonus points!


Several times I found myself just standing there watching everything ‘grow’, it was fascinating from the start…and humorous at times. I stepped out of the stadium and saw merchandise tables going up, and I started to chat with everyone I met. The passion of these people were unreal. Here are all these individuals spending their Sunday’s setting up a field for a game in which they’re not even getting paid; they’re volunteers. Welcome to the world of women’s professional soccer…still. While eyeballing the gear my eyes laid upon a phone cover. Yes, an iPhone 5 cover that had the Boston Breakers on the back of it. Interestingly enough I had just been upgraded from my company to an iPhone 5. With that was this request,

You have a $50 budget to get a phone cover.

This cover was $15. So, before I knew what had happened I had swiped my company card through the Square [very easy by the way] and I now own a Boston Breakers iPhone 5 cover. I did this for two reasons: first, it’s a nice cover for the iPhone 5 and it’s the Breakers; secondly, because I enjoy messing with our accountant at work and I’ll be curious to see her remark about the iPhone 5 cover purchase in Boston, Massachusetts.

This will save my phone...multiple times in its life.

This will save my phone…multiple times in its life.

Once I had received the cover I spent some time in the press box, meeting members of the local media, seeing the video for live streaming being set up, and again…just watching.

As we moved closer to the 6:30 PM EST kickoff the players started to show up, the coaches appeared, and with that…the fans. It was a sold out, and I’m not talking “sold out because we gave away all the tickets” sold out…I mean a packed house in the cozy 2,500 seat stadium with standing room.

Note: Due to the crazy harsh winter the new 1,000 seats that are to be added across the field haven’t been installed, but they are coming.

Children, parents, the elderly, and even the mayor of Somersville all came out tonight. Additionally, Cheryl Bailey, the commissioner of the National Women’s Soccer League also stepped in for a few words. The air was frigid, the wind was blowing, but when the players took to the field it didn’t matter. At this point I had found my seat, but also noted a friend of mine from Facebook was sitting in some seats a few rows behind me. Again, like Ryan, I went hunting and found the man with his three daughters. It was refreshing to see people that are just as genuine in real life as they are digitally [no Catfish issues here]. After the national anthem, the game got started.

For the first 45 minutes I froze and waited, cheered and froze, looked at the audience and froze some more. I despise Nike and that $50 hoodie was sounding more and more appealing as I thought of it. At halftime I had to move around, so I figured I’d try some local grub. Indeed I went for the Italian Sausage food cart. For $13.50 I got a massive dog and bun and more fries then I knew what to do with. It…slid down…just fine. Always worth taking a look at local cuisine when the chance arrives. Sadly I was not able to bring the food to the seat on the field, and it did include me looking at a security guard and saying,

Ah ya kid’n me? Ah, faugit ’bout it!

…I had to try it at least once. While munching on some fries I was greeted by two more people that I had spoken to on Twitter for quite some time, in fact one of them before I met Ryan years back. Again, the sincerity was instantly noted when talking. It’s insane to think about the amount of people that were at this game across the country, that were pulling for the Kansas City Shock on a daily basis. Trust me, these people know us and they like us…a lot. After a man told us to get down since the game started I worked on a few more fries and headed back to my seat.

A few minutes passed and I saw “LB” talking to the Cheryl Bailey of the National Women’s Soccer League. Honestly, as the CEO of the Kansas City Shock it would be a crime if I didn’t find a way to at least greet the woman who was to guide…so much. I watched “LB” pass by, along with one other man [who turned out to be an owner of the program]. Cheryl was alone, texting on her phone.

I made my move.

Realistically, there is nothing smooth about anything I do. I’ll confess to that, and this was no different. She was sending a text and hadn’t noticed that I was standing next to her. After putting the phone away I was able to awkwardly greet her, play the ’20 name game’ with her, and then introduced myself. It was…awkward. The Kansas City Shock is in the Women’s Premier Soccer League, and this is the commissioner of the National Women’s Soccer League [go ahead basketball junkies...break out the ABA/NBA stories]. We just shot the breeze for a while, but I enjoyed her passion for not only what she was doing, but her entire passion for actually growing this league. She was realistic, but also optimistic. A blend that isn’t easy to find these days. I asked her a few questions about the league, and she answered as I expected…vaguely, primarily because we can’t predict the future of any of the programs. Fascinatingly enough we left one another in peace by…exchanging business cards? Yes, as strange as it seems, I can now say that I received a business card from the commissioner of the National Women’s Soccer League, a small victory in my book.


These are real and cool. Yes, they’re really cool.

After sitting back down [and freezing] I spent the rest of the match watching the game, including a game tying goal in the 91st minute of the match (90 minute game with extra time for injuries and fouls) by the home team; of which the crowd went insane. I was able to chat with this older man sitting next to me, screaming his ever-living heart out. His family actually houses two of the players that are out of town, we took some time to talk about that experience, and how much he loved having this opportunity.

When the game had finished, I hopped up to the press box to give the ‘pitch side pass’ back to Ryan. It was then that things went from fascinating to awesome. Before I knew it I had followed him onto the field. So, I’m surrounded by all these players and suddenly it occurred to me:

I need to find the Aussie, we have common ground.

I met Kyah Simon for the first time ever tonight; very gifted athlete, very humble soul. We chatted on briefly, but we did talk about her, her club back in Australia, her time here, and I brought up our Aussie as well…these are professional athletes, individuals I should never have met had my life continued its original path. It was unreal.

Finally, after all was said and done, I found Ryan on the field once again and of all the people that I had met, there was still one I hadn’t:

Ryan, is there any chance I could chat with Lisa?

Several months ago, I had received something from a coach, some words of encouragement that meant the world to me. It was perfectly placed, perfectly timed, and did exactly what should happen from a coach…it motivated me to do better. Interestingly enough it came from a person I had never spoken to in my life; the head coach from the Boston Breakers. If nothing else, tonight I needed to at least say thank you.

Here came this short woman [everyone in Massachusetts...minus short] in a Breakers coat, and she didn’t even do the formal introduction; she knew exactly who I was:

There was a rumor saying that you’d be here tonight.

That was from our GM tweeting to her last night…

We walked and chatted for a few moments; talking about life, the game, the world I’m in, and her thoughts on the future. Just as before, only in real life, her words of wisdom just sank in. I’m not sure what her gift is, but I wanted to listen and learn. “Focus on yourself and your situation, everything else will work itself out.”

Afterwards I said my farewells to Ryan, spoke to a few more media individuals, and headed across the street to Dunkin Donuts [part two] for coffee.

On my way to the hotel; recapping the entire afternoon/evening. This game, the environment, the words, everything…it was all exactly what I had looked for. Everything that I was hoping to find in Boston was there. I felt/feel recharged, optimistic, realistic, and determined. The mixture of the respect tonight, the excitement of the environment, the encouragement, and even the discussions I’ve had recently with my girlfriend all combined just as a perfect reminder that I’m exactly where I need to be.

It’s fascinating how a game, a random city, even more random people can unknowingly take what God needs you to hear, and ensures that it is exactly what you hear.


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part V

Good morning/afternoon world!

I’ve decided to be as cliche as humanly possible this morning; eating Boston Creme Donuts at Dunkin Donuts on Summer Street.


First, it turns out that this specific store is ancient; the black/white photos along the walls confess to that [there are cars from the '40's in the parking lot of the photo]. I spent some time on the interstates winding around the Boston area, but eventually to start heading over to the stadium I had to get knee deep into the streets.


Traffic. Traffic. Traffic.

On a Sunday none-the-less. All the parks are filled with kids [and old guys trying to recreate days when they were kids],a nd the roads are just crammed with cars everywhere. So far, what is most fascinating is the overall appearance of the area. The fact that I’m staying in a town that was founded in 1729 just blows my mind. The vegetation in the area is so, so dense. Also remember that the last time I was moving about it was traveling in a desert between Las Vegas and Reno. The housing looks old, but not run down…just old, antique…really, really neat actually. The diversity was expected, and is so well embraced out here. I’m sitting next to a man with a very strong accent from Ireland, eating in a Dunkin Donuts managed by a guy from India, and just saw several people stop in that have French accents. It is nice to see diversity embraced and accepted. I know it isn’t perfect, but versus what I’ve heard growing up…it’s refreshing.

In about an hour I’m heading over to Dilboy Stadium to see the game day process getting started. The weather is perfect; I know that comparison to the average temperature for time of year it’s a bit cool…but trust me; in jeans and a jacket the weather is perfect.

So far, keeping track…of the past travels Las Vegas is the only city that I wouldn’t live in…ever. Boston though; so far, so good. While it is evident that over a million people live here, it still feels like a neighborhood. It’s as if a bunch of small towns just merged together. Factor in the Revolutionary War stuff along the way [seriously cool], and this is just a neat area. Prices are a bit higher, but nothing extreme. It’s cheaper out here on standard ‘stuff’ versus Los Angeles, but not quite as low as Las Vegas.

Insanely I have not found the Boston accent…yet. When I picked up the rental car, he had a Hispanic accent. The hotel? French. The restaurant? Chinese. The coffee shop today? India. I just find irony of that, but I’ve been informed that it’s coming once I get to the stadium….hold that thought…man just yelled at his kids for wanting chocolate milk…that was definitely the Boston accent.

In the end, this is a pretty cool place. I image it is beautiful in the winter, and I definitely see why it is a summer destination for several people.

Now that the traveler’s concepts are out of the way…let the soccer game begin!


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part IV

Made it.

By the way…did anyone else know that the Boston Marathon was taking place this weekend? I was surrounded by passengers of the running type all the way from St. Louis to Boston. I confess that I did sleep most of the way to Boston; minus the beginning of a new book I’m reading “Heaven: Part III of the Halo Series” (don’t judge). However, after the plane descended past the cloud bank into Boston…I…was…speechless.

1.2 million people is an understatement. Oceans, bays, towers, shorelines, swamps, trees, roads [none of which are in straight lines in Massachusetts it turns out...] there’s everything out here. After getting lost trying to find the rental bus shuttle I was once again [conned] into an upgrade with Avis [they're so good...for only $3 a day more...] and went speeding off into Boston with a Ford Fusion.

I first experienced the toll system…$3.50 at a time. I was fearful that the roads were going to be tolls…NOPE…just the tunnel.

Yes, the tunnel. The ‘big dig’ project from a few years back. I spent the first five to six miles of my drive under water in the tunnel system. It was amazing. I’d never been in a tunnel that long and when I finally came out…oh mama…they knew what they were doing with their designs; you wind up on a massive suspension bridge that would make the new one in KC blush, and it glows blue and you see a massive, breath taking shot of downtown Boston; skyscrapers and all. Then the highway (I-93) is raised above the city, so heading north to my hotel I was able to see everything at night; it was insane.

No getting lost getting to the hotel this time, no snow either. I eventually found a Chinese restaurant with Kenny, a very nice waiter. My hotel is crammed full of runners for the marathon, and my hotel room is massive. I’ve been greeted by the people I’m with tomorrow, and I’m very, very, very blessed to have this opportunity. I’m heading to the field around 2:00 PM EST; game is at 6:30 PM EST. I’m just pumped…that’s the best way to put it. Strangers all around me, a completely different city, and a passion that I love. It is the escape that I’ve been dreaming of…and now I’m living it.

See you tomorrow world!