Last Saturday morning, no matter how hung over you were or whose bed you woke up in, you found a way to stumble into Boston for the Red Sox parade. If you could stomach it, you were drinking as early as seven am, setting yourself up for an eventful day. The parade started at ten am, but the partying was an all-day festivity. The surrounding Red Sox attire brought the community together; even if you could not name a single player on the baseball team, you were still Boston Strong. The crowd of people at the parade varied more than one would anticipate. To the left one could witness a family experiencing a parade, possibly for the first time. The children were so amazed by the players going by that they were standing on their tip-toes, bouncing up and down. To the right, however, the guys and girls chanting “Let’s go Red Sox” while standing on a table created a completely different scene. The table eventually couldn’t handle the weight and tipped over. Everyone seemed to jump off or get out of the way, except for that one girl who face planted on the ground. Although it appeared as though she wouldn’t recover, she had luckily taken enough tequila shots to be able to brush it off. After what had felt like a long day, the train ride back was lights out for those who had a little too much fun. For those of you who didn’t go, you can follow the post-parade effects of Mike Napoli, a Red Sox slugger, who is currently still shirtless and drunk, continuing his wild Saturday.
This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Bryant chapter.