Rod Begbie

Need to see a Red Sox/Yankees game in enemy territory!

“They’re just cupcakes”—Me, taunting the people in line behind us.

I saw Curt Schilling come within one out of a no-hitter.

Bloody hell, it was cold.

I was there in 1999. It was frickin’ freezing, we were stuck behind a barricade out past the Olive Garden, there was no atmosphere—It just plain sucked. In the end, we left early, headed back to my hotel room, and watched the ball drop on TV.

Any place where your sandwich is measured by the pound has to be good!

I love Edinburgh in August. For three weeks, the city goes mental, as comedians, artists and bizarros congregate for the funnest arts festival in the world.

On evenings, and at the weekend, it’s dead.

Boulder’s better.

... it was closed.

I spent a few nights in Reykjavik round about New Year 2001. It was the drunkest, staying-out-latest, danciest, friendliest vacation of my life. Only downside: Drinks were pricey.