Truth be told, I'm not the biggest baseball fan, but going to a game is different, especially in a town like Boston, with so much love for the home team!
Just being at Fenway was an experience. It's hard to believe it's been around since 1912, and it was neat to think about the history of the place, the game, and to imagine all the people that have sat here, watching and hoping.
The Sox played Toronto, and unfortunately, they were down in the seventh inning, when it started raining. I was not aware that the game just stops when the rain starts.
It was fun to watch this tarp unroll to protect the field, just in case the rain let up.
After about thirty minutes, Jill and I, along with most of the other patrons, walked back to the T and headed home. It was a hilarious ride home, thanks to one pretty obnoxious drunk dude.
It was a great last night in Boston, with lots of good memories.