Saying that New England sports fans are spoiled would be an understatement, and Super Bowl LI is just another example of that. There is no denying that it was a great game that will be talked about for years and generations to come because it truly was unbelievable and could not have come at a better time- #driveforfive #deflatewhat #goat #bradyforever. Once we won there was a huge sense of relief and excitement, followed by one question: when is the parade?
Listen, New England in February isn’t exactly the best time for a parade, although according to one guy in the crowd near me it was “a beautiful day for a parade.” Just in case you weren’t able to make it there yourself I thought I’d give you a look into my experience. Here is what happened as I waited and experienced what will forever be known as the first New England Patriots Day (it’s legit, I promise).
At this point I was pretty excited. I was meeting my friends at Back Bay, where I would experience warmth for the last time, and head over to Boylston.
We decided to stop outside the library and make a spot for ourselves there. We took some selfies, posted some Snapchats and were still filled with spirit- oh how naïve we were.
Seriously regretting not wearing several pairs of socks and getting nervous about my laptop getting wet/stolen. At this point we made friends with some fellow parade goers who were kind enough to let us huddle underneath their umbrella and thus restoring my faith in humanity.
Two teenagers try to con their way under the umbrella, leaving us out in the cold.
We regain rightful control of the umbrella.
Time seems to be moving at an alarmingly slow rate. Cheers erupt every time a plow or an empty bus drives by creating a sense of false hope.
Okay, only ten more minutes. We’ve totally got this! Sure, I am starting to lose feeling in my toes but who cares- Tom Brady is about to ride down the street on a duck boat!
Seriously, we’re only a couple of blocks away from the starting point where are they? Don’t they know we are standing out here in the rain/sleet/snow/hail?
I’ve learned a few things now from spending some time in the frozen tundra that is Boston:
- Turns out most people only know the chorus to the song “Your Love,”
- When you stand outside in the cold for an extended amount of time you can make friends with just about anyone,
- The promise of seeing Tom Brady can get you through anything.
Somewhere between 11:50 AM and 12:20 PM
PHONES AND ARMS EVERYWHERE!! OMMMMMGGGG THERE’S BOB KRAFT, OMG THE TROPHY, OMG BELICHICK (and he’s smiling), PATRICIA, BRADYYYYYYYYY. Yay, Pat’s staff and coaches and alumni, you’re great but let’s get moving! AHHHHHHH GRONK AND BENNETT! OMG IS THAT? OMG IT IS- EDELMAN AND AMENDOLA!!!!
Okay, it’s over. I’m happy, sad and tired all at the same time. I’ve never wanted a blanket and a change of clothes more than I do at this exact moment. I head back toward Back Bay to catch my train home and while it seems like there are more people there than there were at the parade, I am just glad I am starting to defrost.
Well I can honestly say, that was an experience like no other and I am glad I went! If you ever have the chance to attend a Super Bowl parade I would highly suggest it, but be prepared! Now, onto the next…the next ring that is!