OK, it took Rich and I to move out of Massachusetts for the Sox to finally win.
Just about every summer we would get tickets through Berklee College of Music where Rich worked.
We lived only about 30 minutes from the Red Sox stadium (if there was no traffic).
The kids would have a great time watching all the people, eating hotdogs, popcorn, and peanuts. Being there in all the hub bub and commotion was really exciting. I don't think that the boys ever really watched the game.
There would be beach balls bouncing around the crowed and vendors selling ice cream, drinks, popcorn, peanuts... and of course... ball park franks.
We'd stay until the kids got cold or tired... or cranky... then head home before the rush.
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