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Red Sox-Yankees, April 20th, 2007



For Chris' 30th birthday, which is quickly approaching, I bought him 2 tickets to see the Red Sox-Yankees game at Fenway Park. The weather was perfect--lower 70's with a slight breeze. It was certainly a nice break from all the rain we've been having as of late. Chris and I left for the game rather early, in order to take in all the festivities. We actually were able to watch some of the players arriving at the Stadium. David Ortiz, who is pictured on the left, arrived in his pimped-out, white Escalade with the song, "This Is Why I'm Hot" pumping through the open windows. It was rather amusing seeing each player drive up in their different vehicles. I guess we assume each must drive a flashy, pimped-out vehicle, like Ortiz', but that wasn't the case. Mike Lowell drove a white GMC Yukon, Mike Timlin drove a VW SUV, Varitek drove a Volvo SUV and several others did drive Hummers. It was a neat experience. The game was great too. We sat in the pavillion section, which is an elite club area. We had access to a restaurant, cushioned
seats and in seat
waitress service. The Red Sox dominated the game and ended up winning 7-5. Chris was thrilled because we not only saw Beckett pitch most of the innings, but Papelbon came in as closer. He is the player pictured to the left. It was a fun experience and hopefully a most memorable birthday.
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Lauren said…
All of those were ruined by your red sox attire! I mean come on everyone knows that the Yankees are the best!! Even ask Luke!!

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