Fenway Franks.

Wow.  My first major league baseball game.  What an experience!  And to experience it at Fenway was nothing short of amazing.  The energy of that place is palpable!  And I am so glad we went on Memorial Day.  There was so much patriotism!  The guy who threw the opening pitch was the cutest 96 year old who fought in WWII (I wanted to take him home... he was so cute)!!  And then there was a moment of silence to honor those who had given their lives protecting this country... and not a sound could be heard in a crowd of over 38,000.  Tears sprung to my eyes.  It was a beautiful thing.

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!)

Have you been to a major league baseball game?  I was an MLB virgin 'til tonight.  It was all I expected and more.  It felt so 'American'.  I loved every minute of it.