After work yesterday, I managed to meet up with my friend Cindy at the Park St station, so at least I didn't have to fight my way onto the T alone. As I was sweating to the point of dehydration, it occurred to me that we were in a prime calf tat display location, especially with T minus 2 hours until the start of the Sox game. Obviously, this meant there were lots of guys in Sox hats and cargo shorts, so I was convinced that I was really going to find some finely tattooed calves. I think I saw like 6 guys that I would've sworn had calf tattoos, but they didn't. Talk about disappointment.
I know I usually blather on about how the whole idea of the universe being crap. Not the scientific universe, but the idea that if you put something out into the 'Universe', you'll get it. Well you can count me in as someone that now believes in the power of the Universe, because the universe really did me a solid on this one. No sooner than I had finished voicing my disappointment about not seeing any calf tats to Cindy, I happened to spy kelly green and a number 9 out of the corner of my eye. I casually walked over closer to the track. I didn't want this guy to know I was following him, but I wanted a closer look. I saw that he was rocking a Red Sox hat and cargo shorts with his Rondo jersey. I actually got to see the holy trinity of the Boston guy's uniform. In its natural habitat, nonetheless. At that point, it was so on. I just knew this dude had to have a calf tattoo. He did have some weird arm band tattoo* going on, so logically he had to have a calf tat, right? Of course he did! I caught a glimpse of it as he walked past me to board the train, so I immediately grabbed poor Cindy and forced our way on the same car as this bro. The things I do for calf tattoos.
The good news is that we were fortunate enough to stand right next to this guy for most of the ride. But the bad news is that the train was packed, so I didn't get a great picture of his tattoo. I did manage to snap this while we were getting off the train though.
My apologies for the blurry picture. Bro was on the move. The Sawx game was starting and he did not want to miss the National Anthem. I snapped like 5 different pictures and this one shows he has a calf tat and 2/3 of the Boston trinity of fashion. In the interest of full disclosure, his calf tat sucked. It was just a pirate flag. That's right, y'all. I spent 15 minutes of my life stalking a dude in Rondo jersey, cargo shorts and crappy calf tat. So I learned my lesson. I need to be very specific when I ask the Universe to send me things. Otherwise, I'll end up stalking a dude with a dinky pirate flag calf tattoo.
*Even after standing by him for the whole T ride to Kenmore, I still can't figure out what it was. It involved flames and bowling pins (I think).
He was channeling Nick Lachey with arm band tat. ugh.
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