Like it or not, we live in Red Sox nation. And well, if you can’t beat them, you might as well join them. Tuesday, J ran a trip for his town to go to a game (he technically does not have to chaperone these trips, but why not?).
I’ve been to Fenway once last year, but it was J’s first time. We both decided that while Fenway has a lot of character because of its age, it’s just not the most ideal ballpark, especially for seating.
We of course treated ourselves to a yummy unhealthy sausage sandwich that costs more than these ball players make in a minute. Anyways, we enjoyed ourselves and the Sox beat the Blue Jays 2-1.
For our tri-state area friends, this one unpleasant moment at the game ought to fire you up. Some of the drunk people started yelling “Yankees suck.” I’m not sure where that came from. We weren’t even playing the Yankees. And no, they technically don’t suck because they won their game last night 9-1! Gotta love New England fans (if by love, I mean hate).