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a grand slam over the Green Monster to tie the game up, sending it into extra innings. My head is buzzing from the alcohol earlier.
    Across the field, the screen lights up with the image of a man and woman. When she realizes they’re on the screen, she grabs him and kisses him hard. Everyone in the crowd cheers wildly and the grin on my face slips when I see her short blond hair. I squint to get a clearer image of the girl from the diner. Curiosity begs me to see who this guy is. His hands tangle in her short hair and his tongue devours her mouth. My lips tighten as anger fuels me. I don’t understand my reaction. Maybe I need to stop drinking for the rest of the night. Red hearts flash on the screen, illuminating the words, “Will you marry me?” as the man drops to his knee and proposes. Say no. Say no. Say no.
    The beautiful woman cups her mouth and nods profusely, accepting his offer. Fuck. The camera zooms in as tears stream down her face before she wipes her cheeks and dries her bright blue eyes. Blue eyes? I stare at the screen carefully. I stare at the blue eyed woman and realize it’s not the same girl from the diner. I would know those green eyes anywhere.
    “Yo, I’m going to take a piss,” I yell into Eric’s ear.
    “Dude, you’re going to miss the best part of the game.” His beer breath smacks my face, making my stomach roll with nausea.
    “Nah, it’s all right. I’ll watch from up there.” I say already maneuvering through the crowded row of seats to make my way up the stairs.
    I wait by the concession stand for the game to finish instead of pushing my way back to my seat. The phone in my pocket buzzes and when I pull it out, I see my sister’s name. Again.She keeps asking me to come down to visit. For God’s sake, I just got up here not too long ago. I know she’s having a tough time with her marriage and all, but there’s not really much I can do except kick her philandering husband’s scrawny ass.
    When the game finally ends and the Sox win, the fans celebrate as fireworks again light up the night sky. I get lost in a sea of red as I fight my way to meet up with the guys. Pulling the brim of my ballcap lower to shield my eyes from the bright flares, I find a place of refuge under the stairs and look around again before I finally text Eric. Nothing. I even call him a few times, but I get no response. I turn and follow the crowd as we exit the stadium in mass exodus. It’s hot as hell and I’m starting to feel the agitation make its way up my body. I wrack my alcohol-induced brain to figure out which way I need to go to get to the T-train. I know I sound like a loser for even thinking about going home on a Friday night when Boston is alive, but I know the adrenaline pumping through my body is going to leave me fatigued soon enough.
    “Yo, Shane! Over here, bro!” Eric shouts, narrowly missing being hit by an oncoming car as he runs across the street. “Where’d you go?” he slurs and slaps me on the shoulder as he guides me in the opposite direction away from my ride home. “Man, you gotta come with us. It’s your welcome to Boston, bro.”
    After walking a few blocks, we stop at a dive bar for another round of shots. I sit this one out, telling them that I need to take a phone call outside. Through the window I notice a crew is setting up the area for the cover band that is scheduled to play in about an hour. I walk back in, scan across the crowded bar and see a woman talking and laughing with a group of people. It looks as though she was poured into the short, skin-tight dress. When the woman sees me, she leans in and kisses one of the guys she was just talking to. She pulls her lips from his and smiles at me as if she’s inviting me to join in. Of all the bars in Boston, Dana has to be at this one with her friends. She raises her martini glass as her eyes travel the length of my body. I raise my chin with a simple acknowledgement, turn and ask the bartender for a beer.
    “So,