Sox won the American League Pennant.

Right after, I texted a couple of fellow California-based ex-pats. My sis texted me. I emailed my cuz that I thought Papelbon was a fine name for a soon-to-be baby boy.

This weekend I was feeling kind of Boston. Autumn is the single best thing about New England. Trees, leaves, crisp breezes, crisp apples, Coco Crisp throwing himself against the outfield wall. Crisp.

Maybe the end of summer, the shortening days make me a little homesick. Not that I’d feel like coming back. More a whimsical little melancholy. Really, though, it was more likely traumatic memories brought on my the dialogue in “Gone Baby Gone.” I never made it a habit to hang out for long periods of time in Dot bars, but Ben Affleck caught the feel of places I’ve been.

‘Course, Ben ain’t even from Boston. But, my old neighbor Jimmy, occasional crack-smoker, “Hey, D., can I borough a cup of tequila, I’m jonesing, just a cup and I’ll get out of your way,” historian of all things townie in Cambridge, assured me he and his brother and their friends kicked the theater-fag asses of Matt Damon and Ben. So, maybe he’s from the wrong side of the river, but I have no doubt he knew folks like he threw into his movie.

Best side-note trivia is the friend character, Dottie, unfortunately not played by the local actress Dottie, and who was obviously proud to be in a real live movie in her “Dot Rat” T-shirt, never made it to the movie’s opening. I guess she got a little incarcerated. The source is Fox, though, and they need a fact checker. In a movie where Dorchester is referred to about every other minute, they say the flick takes place in East Boston, same as Mystic River. Probably, because the two scenes involving bridges go no where near the actual Mystic River.

Anyway, I should have bought Pat that parish T-shirt before she was gone.

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