an amorphous sort of day with no central theme. with no deadline there wasn't any pressure to wake up on time (i slept a full 10 hours) or to do any work (although i did a little anyway). the weather outside was windy and a bit on the chilly side, the branches of trees shaking violently outside my bedroom window. today was a day of national immigration legislation protest and i went out looking for action (arms with my camera) after running to cvs to get some toiletry. from harvard square to central square into boston and back (via storrow drive), the only thing i saw was 2 dozen young people with signs walking down mass ave. i came home and made lunch (bagel + egg + ham) and did a small load of laundry (mostly dirty clothes from this weekend). i cleaned up the house before julie came by in the evening with blue ribbon barbecue to watch the first yankees-red sox game of the season. johnny damon returned to fenway park as a member of the evil empire. he expected cheers but the mob that is red sox nation greeted him with boos and cleverly hurtful signs. the fans can be brutal and damon got his wake-up call when he realized just how conditional fan love can be. one minute you're the most beloved celebrity in town, the next minute children and old people are spitting on your image. if he only played for any other team his return would be met with standing ovation; but the yankees? they're the sworn mortal enemies of the red sox. damon can't play for the enemy and expect his former fans to still love him. if anything, the passion they felt for damon will now fuel their hatred. the other story was the return of doug mirabelli; i don't think he's ever felt so much adoration from the masses. sometimes it takes losing a player to fully appreciate him when he comes back. red sox ended up winning tonight's game.