|I beg to differ. America's most beloved ballpark has ivy in the outfield.|
|We could have gotten Clam Chowdah from a vendor. I guess only in|
Boston. We didn't indulge because I have bad memories involving
Yosemite National Park, carsickness, and clam chowder.
After that encounter I waited in line and got Hubs a pizza slice. The line at the hot dog place was so long I just went back to my seat. So between the next inning I went to go get myself another foot of hot dog. It was also delicious.
|It kind of reads like a Menu, "Carp Tonight."|
But, since the game went so horribly, a wonderfully horrible thing happened. Mike Carp, a position player, pitched to close the game. I love novelty so I was happy to see something so unusually occur. We were trying to figure out what was going on with the score board while he was pitching. Carp threw a variety of pitches including knuckleballs and we weren't sure if the person naming the pitches was just making things up or if Carp was actually trying out every type of pitch possible. I wish we could have listened to Don and Remy's commentary during that last inning!
|It wasn't very cold but we were sitting in the dark for hours and it was|
so windy. I needed to fasten my hood to keep it from blowing off.