Today is my first attempt to see a Red Sox game at the illustrious Fenway Park. A couple of weeks ago, I convinced my client I should come out this week (instead of last week) because the Red Sox were in town and I wanted to see a game. Originally, I wanted to go to opening day, but a friend (Chris) who lives here said "It'll be impossible to get tickets, and if you do, it'll be $500 each." Then another friend (Scott) said he had 4 tickets for Thursday's game and I was welcome to one. So I made plans with both of them to go to today's game.
Of course, in the meantime, Chris managed to score a ticket to Tuesday's game and didn't tell me until last night - that bastard!
For most of this week, the forecast has been "snow on Thursday." When I woke to no snow this morning, I figured the game was on and I'd better start heading for Boston. I left my client's office around noon and I arrived in Boston about 15 minutes ago. After paying $30 (!) for parking, I'm now at a Starbuck's - waiting for the game to start at 4.
Scott backed out this morning because he's a sissy, but Chris is still in and scored some tickets off Craig's list. To be honest, it doesn't look good. It's hovering around freezing, windy and poring down rain right now. I got soaked walking the two blocks from my car (sidenote: I got a new Dodge Charger for $30/day from Thrifty - it kicks ass). However, I'm still hopeful. I'm from Montana, so I'm used to miserable weather and I'm sure there's enough tasty beer to make it an enjoyable game. I heard on the radio that they were going to "do their best" to make this game happen. My fingers are crossed. Go Sox!