Big-time writer too bleeping cheap to pay for parking in Fenway
This will probably get me barred from all 32 stadiums in the National Football League, and perhaps the NFL will force Comcast to block all NFL broadcasts on my cable loop, but I can’t help taking exception to Sports Illustrated’s football scribe Peter King being an obnoxious jerk in my neighborhood – and bragging about it!
Last week, wrapping up vacation, I drove to Boston to see the Red Sox play Kansas City. Weekday game, 1 p.m. Traffic from Jersey killed me and I pulled up to the Fenway neighborhood as Boston batted in the first inning. If you know the area at all, parking is scarce under any circumstances. When you get to the game after it starts, it’s nearly impossible.
Most lots and street parking were full, but I found a gas station two blocks behind the right-field wall. Pulling in, I rolled down my window, ready to pay the attendant.
“Ninety,” he said.
“Ninety?!” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Bye,” I said, pulling back onto the street.
So I parked in an invented spot bordering a yellow curb on Beacon Street. Got a parking ticket for $25.
Then he has the audacity to go on in his column about how “we all need to do something about this phenomenon of the Earth heating up and the polar ice caps melting.” Here’s an idea: Take the bleeping train to Boston next time. What a buffoon.
