On arrival, it was (as it always is when I go to Beantown) about 45 degrees, windy, and raining. Most of the front row was already staked out when we got there, but we found a little spot on Tremont between Court and School Streets, and hunkered down. Sham and I walked the parade route a bit to scout the scene: it was awesome. Sox fans were lovin' it. We saw a few arrests, for crowd surfing, but on the whole it was crowd just looking to cheer this year's Sox one more time. We didn't see any scuffles, although I've read there were a few over the course of the day.
By the time the rolling rally reached us, the players must've been talked out, only the owners were still at the bullhorns saying Thank Yous to crowd. All the players were waving, some were still shouting thanks without the bullhorns. Pedro looked like he was having a blast. I read that he got hit in the head with a baseball at the end of the route! I hope the guy that threw it is one of those that got pinched for scuffling -- and that he'll take a fat lip to the lock up. And, yes, Nelson was there with him.