Story time

Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a boy. This boy made a goal. A goal to visit Fenway Park in Boston, Massachusetts. In 2005 the boy attempted to purchase tickets. He failed. In early 2006, the boy had an opportunity to purchase tickets. He waffled because of the assorted ticket charges that were being attached to the purchased. And he feared that he had lost his opportunity for the season. But something happened. The Sox started to slide. Started to lose some games. People started to unload their tickets and the glut of tickets led to a general secondary market decrease in price. The boy was able to secure standing-room only seats for the last game of the season. He called the accountant to see if he was free. He was, and we went.

Sunday morning arrived nice and sunny. It was the last time we would see the sun. We landed in Boston in a solid rain. We made our way over to the T and proceeded to the Kenmore station. From Kenmore, we headed out to the street and into the rain. We made it to historic Fenway around 1:30pm. It was still raining. But at that point, we didn't care. We had arrived at the oldest ballpark in the majors. All sorts of history had been made here and all of the greats had played here. Even my Redskins played there for four seasons! It's a beautiful old park. Very similar to Wrigley. But it's still raining.

So we decide to get some eats. The accountant goes for the italian sausage while I go for the Fenway Frank. We both topped off our pork consumption with some slightly-sweet kettle corn. And the rain kept on falling. So we go back up to our seats and watch the Cowboys-Titans game on the flat screen, which is attached to a brick wall in our section.

A quick look at the clock reveals that it's now 3:00pm. And it hasn't stopped raining. At this point, the accountant and I start to discuss an exit strategy. We decide to give it another forty-five minutes. Well, 3:45pm rolls around and it's still raining. So we begin to slowly make our way down to the exit, pausing to soak in the ambience and the plethora of Varitek jerseys. We stop off at fan services to find out what the refund policy in case of cancellation. And at about 4:15 or so, we exit Fenway through Gate E and head back to the airport.

So we didn't get to see a baseball game. But I get get to try out a neat self-cleaning pay toilet.

*Special thanks to the accountant for coming along for the ride and the accountant's wife for letting him come out and study the precipitation patterns of New England.