24th Apr, 2008

Our Red Sox Adventure

Last night was awesome! I won a charity auction for Red Sox tickets put on by the Red Sox Foundation earlier this month, and last night was the night of the game. I had gotten the tickets for my sister’s birthday. And the kicker? The tickets were Monster Seats.

Let me just say that Monster Seats are, to date, the single greatest seats it has ever been my lucky privilege to have. I have been to a few games at Fenway, and I have sat in the Pavilion, the Grandstand, Pesky’s Pole, and now the Green Monster. I think the only things left are box seats and home plate or dugout seats, and I don’t imagine I will get to sit there anytime soon.

So, the three of us (we had one standing room ticket in the package as well, so our friend/sudo brother Gilly went as well) headed off to the game and an evening of fun and adventure. We started with food and beer out on Yawkey Way, then headed in to our seats about 15 minutes before the game.

Heather and I on Yawkey Way

Perfect

About 5 minutes before the game, a bird shit on me! And not one of those innocent white colored things. Nope, this was a black sewer/low tide smelling thing that made me want to puke. Now, I know this is supposed to be good luck, but after the laughs and photos, I went right to the bathroom and washed it off. Gross!

Ewww

The rest of the evening consisted of beer, baseball, and more beer. It was fantastic. Although the Sox lost, it was still a great time. We ended the evening at Goody Glovers for a last call beverage, then it was off to bed and a restless sleep. What an awesome night!

The End

Check out this photostream for the rest of the photos!

  
Mood : tired

Responses

Wow- Green Monster seats? That’s great! Looks like you had a great time… minus the bird poop.

That bird shit was intense! I was later reminded by a lurker of this blog that your seat section was located directly under a light stand. Guess that bird was just lightening his load for the impending flight.

Other scenario, bird was on vacation from the Bronx and can spot the shiny new jersey of a pink hat wearing, Sweet Caroline loving, fare weather fan a mile away.

2nd version is definitely more King of Clubs style!!

The shirt was not new, just clean. I have had that shirt for over a year. It’s not my fault that you don’t know how to recognize a clean shirt when you see one.

Nope, I got to say I go with scenario one.

Hijacking your blog. Read this today and thought you might like it.

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB120960140251557923.html?mod=opinion_main_commentaries

It should be free content, otherwise its linked on realclearpolitics.com for free.

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