Hoorah for Silly Boston Holidays

Bay Staters (and Mainers and Cheese Staters) celebrate Patriot's Day, which is April 17 this year. This day commemorates the Battles of Lexington and Concord, the first battles of the American Revolution. Although this holiday signifies the beginning of this nation, might there be a reason why only three states celebrate this holiday? I don't think anyone honestly cares about these battles. It's just another day for the locals to get drunk and show their irrational sports pride. The Boston Marathon is traditionally on Patriot's Day, as is an afternoon Red Sox game at Fenway. (My last blog was about the stupid baseball team. By even writing about them, I've lowered myself to the level of the fans. To redeem myself, I will not even call the team by its name.)

Nonetheless, Lawrence and I get the day off, so we're not really complaining. I just see it as one more day we get to screw the local economy over by still getting paid and being economically unproductive. In the grand scheme of things, our lack of productivity probably has no real effect on Boston at all. Still, I somehow feel as if I've scored one against Boston. Slowly but surely I'm going to beat this city, one strike at a time. :)

Note: I suppose it just keeps me sane to know I have no true loyalty to the city and thus can "strike" against it and remain a true New Yorker at heart. I am certainly having delusions of grandeur thinking I can somehow beat the city. I don't even know what I'd be beating it at. :)