Spring has been a long time coming in Boston. It's late April, and the number of "nice" days could be counted on one hand. In the last week, the "Spring" flip was switched and Bostonians exchanged their wool coats for tank tops and shorts.
Deciding to take advantage of the nicest day of the year, and celebrating the wonderful Esther's birthday, a trip to America's most loved ball park was in store. Hello Fenway. 70 degrees, the Red Sox, good friends? Sounds like a fabulous way to kick off a three-day weekend. Sign me up.
Marci and Jo were loving enough to get in line early enough to procure us game day seats. (The cheapest way to get seats--Fenway has the 2nd longest consecutive sell-out streak in the MLB.) At face value too. In order to purchase a day-of game ticket, you have to enter Fenway at 5pm--2 hours before game time. I actually loved our time in the ballpark. We got to see both teams' batting practice, wander around Fenway, and sit in the sun for awhile. It's been a long winter people.
Marci, Jo and I never moved up to our ticketed seats; my luck is slowly returning... the season ticket holder's seats we were in never came--so our seats were pretty awesome. Exceptionally awesome for people watching. Oh the stories we could tell. (Especially about the boozehound gym-rats in front of us. Or the girlfriends to our left.)
The Sox played the Texas Rangers--funny, because I've only been to Fenway once before, and the Sox played the Rangers then too. Big Papi hit a grand slam homerun in the 3rd, and it was hands down my best moment at Fenway. Especially considering he's been 0 for 18 in Fenway this season. This game also boasts my favorite fan/player interaction in sports history. The Ranger playing right field? His name was Milton Bradley. That's right. Milton Bradley. Like Milton Bradley games. Some guy a few rows behind us really had a beef with Milton. Not sure if it was his game play, or the fact that his name just rolls off the tongue, but Milton Bradley took a lashing from this heckler, and eventually our entire section.
Guy with beef: "Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilton."
Rest of section: "Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadley."
Guy with beef: "Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilton."
Rest of section: "Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadley."
This continued for quite awhile. Security came up the tunnel to supervise but were powerless to do much. Milton Bradley eventually had to turn his back on our section and I had to cover my mouth because I was unable to close it I was laughing too hard.
Cure for winter blues? Friends, baseball, and good weather.