There are few things more terrifying than almost a hundred Metallica fans in a Boston subway.On my way back to my dorm last night, carrying three suitcases following over twelve hours of snow-delayed travel, Boston’s own Green Line was engulfed with fans leaving Metallica’s show at the TD Banknorth Garden. Trust me, asking them to yes-please-kindly-move-aside-so-I-can-move-all-my-shit-into-the-subway-before-the-doors-behead-me…it wasn’t pretty. Highlights included: 1) A scraggly guy trying to chase after a blonde chick in a cut-off Metallica shirt, claiming she was “his dream girl”, 2) multiple drunken renditions of “The Unforgiven” and, of course, 3) hundreds of people screaming “METALLICA!!!” every time the doors opened, at whomever happened to be innocently waiting for the train at 12:10 AM.
And I thank god every day that I knew the lyrics to “Enter Sandman”…
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