Me and Boston, I mean (I don't like saying "Boston and Me/I" so don't correct me).
Even though I'm a Yankee guy, it was pretty hard to not want to see the Red Sox win this game. I mean, just getting in was hectic enough. We beat the car drop-off deadline by about three minutes, had to give half the group money to scalp for tickets, check into the hotel and then cab to Fenway Park all in the matter of abou 60 minutes.
But to be in there, to see the field, to have that atmosphere (the only place to rival Wrigley Field, so far) and to see David Ortiz hit a home run when that is becoming more-and-more of a rarity was pretty unbelievable.
I'd even go with breath-taking. It wasn't even until I saw that first home run (in the first inning) go over the Green Monster that I realized where I was.
The Sox won a game that wasn't even close (14-1) and the fans were so great (the guy next to me had just visited Vancouver... come on...) that it's pretty hard not to call this the world's greatest ballpark... it really comes down to whether you like the ivy or the monster.
But bring a kilt.
