"Don't shout the name 'Kevin,' " I advise.
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, another venerable Boston band, open. The Dropkicks then roar through a long set. Eight bagpipers in kilts come out to play during Tessie. Shawn Thornton, of the Bruins' Stanley Cup champions, brings the Cup on stage. When the Dropkicks break into Going Out In Style, the band's latest hit, front man Ken Casey belts out the words.
"You can take my urn to Fenway, spread my ashes all about," he sings. "Or bring me down to Wolly Beach and dump the sucker out. Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while. I could really give a s---. I'm going out in style."
Everybody seems to know the words.
Roll over, Ted Williams. Tell Tchaikovsky the news.
By Chris Mahr
I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND THE DETOUR MY FRIEND Dan was making me and my younger brother take. My habit when going to Fenway was to find my seat, settle in before game time and wait until the middle innings to get food. That routine should have been adhered to this time; it was a September game, the Red Sox were nursing a small wildcard lead, and I wouldn't want to risk missing the action. So if we weren't going to our seats, where were we headed?