Shipping up to Boston

A little while ago, I flew up to Boston for the day. Aside from enjoying the freedom that comes with going through security with no bag whatsoever, I was off to enjoy a day with family and a delayed Father’s Day ballgame at Fenway Park with my Dad. Everything went off without a hitch – with the exception of the weather. It was overcast all morning, and by 11 or so, Dad, Jeff and I were sprinting through a downpour to get ponchos. By 5 pm, I was sporting my first sunburn of the season.

In between, we saw a great game (’cause the Sox won) from some pretty great seats (essentially front row of the bleachers). The Sox had a lead going into the late innings, so we got to watch Papelbon warm up both his arm and the crowd. His entrance in the top of the 9th really was theatrical – down to him waiting for the exact right beat of the Dropkick Murphy’s “Shipping up to Boston” before he burst through the bullpen door and sprinted across right field. What Dad and I never figured out was the purpose of the little Toucan sitting in the wall next to Paps…