7 Pounds of Sushi

If I get one more hamburger with mayonnaise on it, I am going to write a very strongly worded letter to their President (excuse me, Prime Minister). Not much by way of exciting events, everyone is keeping their focus on the game as a priority. However, I did discover that the player hospitality suite has Guitar Hero, which puts an end to my “social experiences” here in Toronto.

However, the day took a turn for awesome when we arrived at the Roger Centre (formerly the Sky Dome). First, I am a huge fan of all dome-shaped objects (ice cream scoops, meatballs, Dippin Dots), second, I love Major League Baseball. Specifically, the Boston Red Sox. It just so happens that we are staying in the MLB visitor’s locker room, so my first question was, “Where does Big Papi change?” (Some might be asking why my first question was where a 290 lb Dominican gets naked. These people aren’t part of The Nation). The operation’s manager for the Rogers Centre pointed me to his locker and I thoroughly enjoyed soaking in the “Papi-ness.”

Fast forward to New Year’s Eve.

Club promoters vastly underestimated the eating power of offensive and defensive linemen. Three hours into the night, about 7 pounds of sushi had disappeared.

I woke up this morning and my breath smelled like Fisherman’s Wharf. That should impress the ladies. We’re heading for the CN Tower tour in about an hour, should be a great view (by the way, I’m completely terrified of anything higher than an ant hill).

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  1. But did you take a picture of where he changes? :) I saw your blog on NESN, and I love it! Can’t wait to read through it all :)

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