Will: So when did you know, like, that she was the one for you?
Sean: October 21, 1975.
Will: Jesus Christ. You know the fuckin' day?
Sean: Oh, yeah, 'cause it was game six of the World Series, biggest game in Red Sox history.
Will: Yeah, sure.
Sean: My friends and I had slept out all night to get tickets.
Will: You got tickets?
Sean: Yep. Day of the game I was sittin' in a bar, waitin' for the game to start and in walks this girl. It was an amazing game though. You know, bottom of the eighth, Carbo ties it up. It was 6-6. It went to 12. Bottom of the 12th, in stepped Carlton Fisk, old Pudge. Steps up to the plate. You know, he's got that weird stance.
Will: Yeah, yeah.
Sean: And then, Boom! He clocks it, you know. High fly ball down the left field line! Thirty-five thousand people on their feet, yellin' at the ball. But that's nothin', 'cause Fisk, he's wavin' at the ball like a madman.
Will: Yeah, I've seen that.
Sean: "Get over! Get over! Get over!" Then it hits the foul pole. He goes ape-shit, and 35,000 fans, They charge the field, you know. Yeah, and he's fuckin' blowin' people outta the way. "Get outta the way! Get outta the way!"
Will: I can't fuckin' believe you had tickets to that fuckin' game! Did you rush the field?
Sean: No, I didn't rush the fuckin' field. I wasn't there.
Will: What?
Sean: No, I was in a bar, havin' a drink with my future wife.
Will: You missed Pudge Fisk's home run to have a fuckin' drink with some lady you never met? Yeah, but you should have seen her. She was a stunner.

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Sean tells Will the story of how he met his wife, and missed game 6 of the World Series to talk to her in a bar.

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