My 7 year old has friends in high places. Lucky for me, I got to be his chaperon. His hockey coach just so happens to be a senior executive for the Boston Red Sox by day. When Fenway Park was frozen this year, guess who's team was invited to play...lucky little nuggets.
Yes, I thought it so cool that my son got the rare opportunity to play and take part of this unique event, but I found myself a bit consumed by my own incredible opportunity to be in a nearly empty Fenway Park. When does that happen?
Mildly speaking, I took lots of photos:
Do you know the story of the lone red seat in the right field bleachers? It signifies the longest home-run ever hit at Fenway. Read bout it here.
Our team's spectators (at left in photo) were given the privilege of sitting in a private box overhanging the ice. Boiling hot chocolate and other goodies were overflowing for our consuming pleasure. The rest of the schmoes had to sit waaaaaaaay far away under an overhang in a roped off corral out of the suns reach (see them far right in photo). Nah nah na boo boo.