I’m still just psyched that I got a shout-out on BuzzFeed yesterday in their list article (does that make it a listicle?) on some of the joys of growing up in Boston. A personalized tombstone from a Nintendo video game (Oregon Trail, I was told - whatever the fahk that is) made me feel all special and warm in sensitive and slightly difficult to reach places. And when I buy the big ticket it will definitely be from Wicked Retahded causes. That’s the only real way to go, right?
There are sooooo many things I could add to this list, the things I did from South Shore to North Shore, on a regular fahkin basis, that make me nostalgic a chubby, pubescent, foul-mouthed Fitzy. I might first add #23: You looked forward to eating the world’s shittiest pizza at Halftime Sports Bar while watching the same Terry O’Reilly hockey fights highlight tape on VHS over and over again before seeing WWF Wrestling at the Gahden with your dad every winter. Oh nutz, those were good times. For everyone who can claim that they were there for Ted Williams’ final game, with the famous final home run delivered in run-to-the-dugout-curtain-call-free fashion (only 10,000 people were actually friggin there) I can most certainly lay claim to having witnessed Randy “Macho Man” Savage steal the Intercontinental Championship away from Tito Santana back in 1986 by uese of a foreign object. Truly one of t=my first “Where were you when…?” moments in life. And obviously I impress easily.
Anyhoo, this leads to the question - what screams “I grew up in Boston and this reminds me of it” more? Just for shits ‘n giggles around the NBA trade deadline I thought this would be fun to throw around. And yes watching Dana Hersey’s “The Movie Loft” Friday nights on Channel 38 while eating Town Pizza with your mom and dad in front of a 35” inch TV that probably gave everybody face cancer counts.