The drive:
We're there!
Our seats:
My hair was pretty messy by this point.
But that's okay, because I had my hat. Physics always wins, you know.
The enemy. They'd jump up every time the Sox made a play. Understandable, but vexing.
The infamous beachballs!
I love these guys. Hearts to the field-cleaning guys.
Watching very seriously.
Uh-oh. And it was going so well.
Better warm up the lefty.
GA is a little bored out there in left field.
Then, a fight broke out! and another, and another, and another. As you can see, I have no picture of the fights, because I AM NOT AN IDIOT. However, here is a picture of the seats which the fighting people were ejected from. NOTE THE BABY. Thanks, assholes.
Boston fans are silly.
Yes! Yes! They're warming up K-Rod! He didn't pitch, though (they only put him in when winning or tied), but it was cool to watch him warm up.
And a cheerful picture of us losing. Yayyyy. (Frankly? By that point I was just glad it was over. Though I like baseball, I don't usually take it in 4-hour chunks.)
