I took to the streets to check out Kenmore on the big night out. The Sox finally won the World Series. We swept the Cardinals in a final shutout game. It wasn't that hard now was it? As I walked down Beacon I could finally get a good look at the bite out of the moon that the eclipse has taken.

I could smell the rotten egg scent of crowd control or stink bombs as I walked down Boylston after the Landmark center. I ran into Julie from Improv. I was congratulating her for having successfully been being accepted into an Improv troupe called the Tribe. Some Sox fans took it as time to do some high fives and wildly congratulated both of us.

I tried walking towards the park and a woman told me not to go in that direction because there were angry cops marching towards them. The streets had some mobs forming in circles around women on their boyfriends' shoulders. Men all around them were yelling, “show your tits” until they took off their tops to flash the crowd. Each mob contains plenty of video cameras, digital cameras, and cell phones all pointing to the center where the woman sits. I would feel pity for them but they chose to be in a mob full of angry Red Sox fans and seemed to be asking for the attention as they mounted their boyfriends’ shoulders.

Down in front of the Landmark Center a mob of people were jumping up and down near the cops. Some of the cops were wearing black gas masks. A car got stuck in the mob and motorcycle cops surrounded it and beeped through the mob to let the car get back to Beacon Street.

Most, if not all, of the mob are college students. I doubt many of them are even from Boston. Some band of people jumped up and down yelling Yankees suck. By accident I stumbled into a field where some people were lighting off firecrackers. The loud banging under my feet startled me so I jumped back towards the pavement.

Plenty of folks were out having a genuinely good time celebrating a long awaited victory. About eight helicopters were circling overhead to both monitor a potential riot and to report on it for the news. Some fans were urinating on bushes.

I walked towards Kenmore. When I got there a man was climbing the traffic light. He hung around on it for a minute above a crowd that frantically chanted, “let's go Red Sox”. Below him some people had lit fire to pieces of wood and were waving them in the air. The man hanging from the traffic light fell down into the crowd from what looked like about 20 feet. The crowd may have caught him or he could have fallen and injured himself directly on the pavement. Suddenly the crowd surged backwards in fear of the police charging. I ran back with the crowd. Some people were yelling, “fuck the police”.

As I inched back towards the square the police fired something into the crowd and the air filled with a yellow gas at the corner. I retreated down Beacon as people yelled in unison “Let's go Red Sox”. When I turned around I heard loud booms to see more billowing teargas fill Kenmore Square. People kept filtering back towards Kenmore despite the exploding sounds, warnings from people fleeing, and a couple of people who got too close to the tear gas and had to wear their sweatshirts over their faces. The gassed victims were just waiting for the pain to stop.

One kid biked past me on the way to the front line and yelled “Sox win the world series and no parents.” That's what this crowd is; Lots of kids without their parents to watch them who are looking to destroy something in celebration.

I got tired of running away from police across the bridge. Although it gave a real feel of a riot or war it also was just a cheap thrill ride students were having at the expense of the police. It looked like the cops mobilized forwards to push the crowd back across the bridge over the pike with the horse cavalry showing power. I wonder if the horses get gas masks. So I walked back home on Brookline Avenue and crawled into bed. The moon overhead was in full and bright white above me as I returned.

The Red Sox have won a World Series after 86 years. There should finally be some peace in Boston tomorrow.