We went to the Sox game today to celebrate Beans’ birthday. Her Dad bought us all tickets (and hot dogs!) which was awesomely awesome of him.
We had a fab time… although it probably would have been better if the Sox had won. I think that the most depressing moment was when we were down by three, bottom of the ninth, two outs and David Ortiz was up. Fenway started to empty out.
I said something like, “Just because it’s Papi, it doesn’t mean we’re going to lose. But we’ll probably lose.” And then we lost. Because he made the last out.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
But it’s just good to be at Fenway. And did I mention something about free tickets? And hot dogs?
This photo is the view from our seats. You can sortof see Beans, but my giant head is blocking her.
Kristian tells me that they’ve lost every game that we’ve gone to together. I hadn’t realized it, but I think that he’s right. They kicked some major ass when my sister and I went together on Patriots’ Day. Clearly, I need to go to fewer baseball games with my boyfriend and start going to more baseball games with my sister.
Because that’s totally healthy.