We had Fenway Franks. We had peanuts. We did not have beer (I couldn't justify $8 for a measly Bud Light). We (of course) snuck in a haul of candy (swedish fish, airheads, laffy taffy and milkduds). We did the 7th inning stretch. We sang 'Sweet Caroline.' We heckled the umpire who ended the game with a bad call. We didn't leave early when it was apparent the Red Sox were going to lose. We fit right in.
I felt like a Bostonian. It was awesome. Good night everyone.
(View from our seats. Loge 130, Row GG, right behind home plate!)