I’m not going to lie. I may have neglected my blogging duties after the average April we all experienced in Red Sox Nation. But I’m back! And I’m glad to report our favorite team has turned it around to give us a much more pleasing set of spring stats.
Our 11–12 record in April was offset by an 18–11 record in May, and with a strong start in June—we’re sitting just one game back from the Yankees and April’s super stars—the Tampa Bay Rays. This is a position I’m more than happy to be in, with the post-season still three and half months away.
Being the underdog has never hurt us in the past, and our explosive offense over the past six weeks reminds me of the most magical Sox seasons (namely, the ones where all our players walked away with World Series rings). One major highlight was David Ortiz’s offensive upswing, going from .154 at the end of April to May’s American League Player of the Month. Year after year, I wonder if he’s just toying with us.
Big Papi hit .363 last month, with 10 home runs, 27 RBIs and 16 runs scored. He also managed a .788 slugging percentage and a .424 on-base percentage that led the majors. Ortiz shared the glory alongside teammate Jon Lester, who was crowned Pitcher of the Month with a 1.84 ERA.
And I can’t forget to mention Daniel Nava’s glorious grand slam during his first major league at-bat last weekend. This is legendary stuff!
Sadly, I was only in attendance for one game in May, and a seat with your back to the JumboTron makes following along a bit of a challenge. I’m not ashamed to admit it, I couldn’t score any play without help from the JumboTron. I need things spelled out for me, and awkward pictures of players to retain what the other team looks like. So instead, I focused on beer.
Were you aware that a premium beer in Fenway Park costs $8.25? It sounds like a lot, but in reality, it’s only 50 cents more than a Miller Lite/Bud Light/other assorted watered-down beer. My friends and I discovered this. And four Blue Moons may have played a part in why we ended up at the Lower Depths after the game ended.
I spent most of my time on the bar’s patio, where we ordered a heaping plate of nachos and more premium beers for a lot less than Fenway offers. There’s a lot of fun stuff on their menu, and while I didn’t sample the Lower Depths’ tater tots, my friend did. She asked for a taste of someone else’s Kenmore Tots on the patio—they were smothered in bacon, chipotle aioli and cheddar. She was coherent enough to comment on how divine the chipotle aioli was.
And that concluded my research on the Lower Depths. Any bar where a stranger shares his tots with you, no questions asked, gets a big thumbs-up from me.