It’s all well and good to quit shaving as a sign of solidarity with the home team. But any Star Wars or Harry Potter nerd knows that to be a Jedi master or mega-wizard of fandom, one must wait in line for their object of devotion’s most significant events for at least a few dozen hours...even if it’s really cold out. As of about 8 p.m. on Tuesday, Cambridge denizen Jim Beaudry had been camped out for just about 24 hours to ensure he’d be the first admitted to Game 6 of the World Series, slated to transpire about 24 hours later. He conducted several media interviews during his experience alongside maybe 20 other Sox Nation diehards outside Fenway Park, but this is probably the only one that includes the phrases “doom squad” or “pee.”
Anything interesting happen while you’ve been out here?
Well, the police kicked us out at five in the afternoon. But then Paul over there called the mayor’s office, and I tweeted at the mayor’s office. The call came down about an hour later, and they told everyone we could get back in line.
Sweet. How are you planning to survive yet another day?
Resilience. No, there are a lot of people here. The camaraderie is awesome. If I was doing this on my own, I probably wouldn’t be able to do it. Because I’m with a bunch of great people who are all here for the same reason, we’ll get through it together.
One thing I don’t get about baseball is none of the teams have intimidating names. Red socks aren’t scary. Neither are cardinals or yankees.
They don’t need to have scary-sounding names. When you think about it, they were founded at a time when people didn’t care about intimidating the other team. They just wanted some sort of identity, and they came up with great ones. They’ve stayed in place, for most of the teams, for 100 years. Maybe a newer team would need to be “The Grizzlies” or something fierce, but I don’t think that’s what the Red Sox needed when the team was founded.
Ah, if they had called themselves “The Doom Squad” or something, people would have been upset...
Right. The Yankees, all the other teams, they just took something from their community and made it their identity.
What would you call a new Cambridge sports team?
Where have you been peeing?
In a restaurant or in an alley. I saw the first rat I’ve ever seen in my life last night. The thing was the f—king size of my boot. I’ve seen mice, but this rat looked like a little cat. I’m not exaggerating. That was a God-honest Boston massive rat.