Red Sox Chick/Toeing the Rubber

Because you always need a backup plan

Girls will be girls

Victor Martinez behind the screen.  Even Orioles fans were impressed by him!

Victor Martinez behind the screen. Even Orioles fans were impressed by him!

We headed back to the hotel on Saturday after the game and began our party for Susan’s birthday. We were in the back room of the lounge and when we got there another group was already seated next to where we were going. They were a party celebrating an engagement. The bride-to-be was there, decked out in feathers, with her intended along with about 8 other family members. They were Red Sox fans who, like us, had just come from the game (the bride-to-be was even wearing a Beckett t-shirt under the feathers). As we settled in, we noticed in the same spot we had seen Clay Buchholz on Friday night (which was directly across from the bar) Josh Beckett and George Kottaras were sitting. Well, truthfully, at the time we weren’t sure who was there we just knew it had to be players because the ropes went up and security was standing guard. Feathers went over and told Josh he pitched a great game (yelling over security folks who wouldn’t really let her near him) and a couple of us from my group went to the bar to see what we could see.

In an effort to just figure out who was over there, we took many trips to the bar and/or ladies room. We had no intentions of approaching the players, we just were checking things out. Both George and Josh seemed to be in great spirits (and why not?) and, eventually, Victor Martinez joined them. To avoid the risk of giving anything away that might be personal, I’ll just say George was, essentially, by himself all night (well, he did have the security dudes) and Victor seemed to have a mini-posse of guy friends with him. It was interesting to witness them, even if for only a few moments, in that setting. But, I’ll say it again, regardless of how much of a charge as it was (and, really, these guys knew the hotel was full of Sox fans and they knew if they showed up at the lounge they would be gawked at all night) I’m not comfortable being one of the looky-loos. Both Josh and Victor bolted early while George and the security dudes stayed until closing.

When my friend booked the hotel she wasn’t aware of it being the hotel the team stayed at. Truth be told, it was a wonderful hotel regardless of whether the players were there – and with many of us sharing a room we got a lot of bang for our buck. So I’m torn. I think I’d like to stay there again. It was convenient and fun and with us all sharing expenses actually cost-efficient. But I think I’d go out of my way to avoid the players. It was just a little too weird for me.

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August 5, 2009 - Posted by | 2009 | , ,

6 Comments »

  1. Actually Cyn our party was first and the batchelorette party asked us if they could use the table next to us and we said we needed to ask them questions first. One they had to be Red Sox fans…check and then they needed to be sure to have fun…check. So all was good.

    “But I think I’d go out of my way to avoid the players.” So you mean the next time you go you won’t hang out at the end of the bar across from them? ; )

    Comment by Cruiser | August 5, 2009 | Reply

  2. Actually, that’s exactly what I mean. 🙂

    It was a ton of fun and, like I said, they go there knowing folks are going to be gawking, but it’s just not me. I don’t regret one moment of Saturday night, mind you, but I don’t think I’d be comfortable putting myself in the same position again.

    Comment by Cyn | August 5, 2009 | Reply

  3. Come on Cyn, sack up! You live, eat, drink and breathe Red Sox baseball. If you don’t “gawk”, who will? If all the fans had that attitude, the players might develop inferiority complexes without the adulation. They might feel lonely and saddened, left to wonder what’s wrong with them. Sometimes you just have to sacrifice for the good of the team.

    Comment by Sharpie T. Silverwater | August 5, 2009 | Reply

  4. The next time you won’t sashay to the bathroom twenty times in one hour. Got it. 😀
    I’m sure some of the players hate the gawking part of being out after the game but I’m pretty sure some of them enjoy that part of being famous and use it to their advantage.

    Comment by Brenken | August 5, 2009 | Reply

    • Brenken, if you think I was sashaying you had more to drink than I did. (I’ve never sashayed in my life) 🙂 I promise you, we spent more time with Georgey the bartender than we did looking at Georgie the catcher.

      And lest we forget – what happens in Baltimore stays in Baltimore. 😉

      Comment by Cyn | August 5, 2009 | Reply

  5. I think if I ever again go to an MLB game (which would involve travel for me no matter which team I was watching, so I’d have to stay in a hotel), I’ll make sure to stay far away from the team hotel. Why? Because of the discomfort involved with seeing security goons everywhere, keeping the fans from interacting with or heck, even taking pictures of the players (your recent post about that incident had my blood pressure through the roof). Just plain ridiculous, in my opinion, and it really ticks me off. I can see not being allowed on the team floor, obviously, but when they’re out in public? C’mon…what’s the point in us lesser mortals even being allowed to set foot in the hotel at all if we can barely get close enough to look at them, let alone speak with them?

    That said (thanks for letting me vent)…I really wish you’d spill the dirt rather than teasing the reader. Sounds like you saw SOMETHING “personal” that night. Off-field stories are sadly hard to come by, at least in reliable corners of the blogosphere…

    Comment by Gawker wannabe | August 6, 2009 | Reply


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