Going To Fenway

The wife and I are headed up to Fenway Park for Opening Day this year. I won the on-line lottery and snuck in under the wire to grab some of the last two tickets available to this year's first game. I'm assuming they were some of the last two tickets available, because they're located about as far from home plate as one can be in Fenway, which is to say far enough to note, but not far enough to complain about. Plus how can you complain about going to Opening Day at Fenway?

It's strange to say, but as a 33 year old, I find that traveling to Fenway is a bit like Christmas was as a kid. You always know how many days away it is. Ask a ten year old (who celebrates Christmas) how far away it is and chances are you'll get an answer similar to asking a mathematician what pie is.

After the seemingly endless Mark Teixeira sweepstakes, and a winter that seems to have taken even longer, this season can't start quickly enough. And I'm fortunate enough to be able to be there.