Tessie

Although we're not season ticket holders, and Red Sox tickets are like gold out here (no really, have you ever seen empty seats when the Red Sox are home?), Brent and I manage to make it to a game or two every year. This is thanks to our good luck and the wonderful companies we work for who do random drawings. Up until recently I had always won the tickets or managed to snag some from a coworker selling them at the last minute. Well Brent finally started contributing to the marriage and he won some tickets from HIS company. I have to admit, the seats were amazing. My only complaint is that in the elevator on the way up I found myself among a bunch of polo-clad business types. They were talking about acquisitions and NOT in terms of baseball. One of them glanced at his ticket and flippantly said, "Who are we playing tonight?" That infuriated me. Give your ticket to one of the thousands of people who will REALLY appreciate it and not only know who we are playing, but who's pitching, who's injured and what the lineup is. Ugh, that bugged me to no end.

Once I met up with Brent (I had been doing some pre-game shopping of course), I was handed a menu which included clam chowder, lobster rolls, and burger bites. Brent informed me they'd take credit cards. The vendor or waitress or whatever stopped by often to make sure we were comfortable. We'd left Liesel with friends so it was a nice evening with just the two of us. Unfortunately, we lost but at least we got to see Big Papi up to bat. His presence at the plate is still so impressive to me. The Red Sox mascot Wally the Green Monster even made a visit to our section. You would have thought he was Brad Pitt by all the commotion! Ahhhh, only at Fenway.

I actually didn't mind the loss because Brent is sooooo cute when he's bummed about the Red Sox. He looks like a little kid anyway, but when they lose he looks like a little kid who's dog has just died. Even his incredulity at the poor playing seems somehow young and innocent. Yes honey, he SHOULD have fielded that ball better. LOL, it makes me want to kiss his forehead and give him a bowl of soup to make him feel better.

After the game we walked from Fenway to the Boston Commons parking garage. Personally I don't think it's worth it to get shoved onto a crowded train with beer soaked people just to try and make it down the street a little faster. Walking is a nice way to work off the Fenway frank and just enjoy the evening a bit longer. After a few blocks we struck up a conversation with a really nice guy who it turns out was also from Belmont. His son now works for the Red Sox but he can't get his wife to go to a game with him. He kind of looked like Steven Spielberg (who I believe is also a Red Sox fan) and I wonder if we'll ever run into him again.

I can't wait to see how the BOSOX do this month!