The ride was pretty smooth. I was reading Salinger. Then we pulled over for our 10-minute leg stretch at Roy Rogers, somewhere in Connecticut. The bus was leaking oil. The driver was of questionable mental state. We waited for a new bus to pick us up.
The Bolt Bus breakdown
The Rays started the two-game stint with Boston that night. They lost. Boston kept second place behind the Yankees and the Rays kept up what June had looked like so far: slumpy.
Mike, Luca, and Nina: Our gracious hosts and unfortunate Red Sox fans
The following night, our seats in Fenway were pretty great. I had heard there isn’t a bad seat in that stadium. I had heard that it is always packed. I can’t really say what’s true or what isn’t after one night, except that the Rays pulled it out behind Garza, winning 9-4. They closed out June with a win, to set up July and get out of their rut. They broke Boston’s seven-game winning streak.
We sat in right field and could see all the catches made in the warning track. The eighth inning was explosive. That was foreshadowing. The Rays would sweep the Red Sox the following week in the Trop to take back second place.
