Dad and I scored amazing Red Sox tickets for Saturdays game. The photo is blurry cause it was taken from my phone, but we were third row behind the Red Sox Dugout. I made eye contact with Ortiz. It was sopping hot outside, the park was packed, and I had the best time. We slammed the Yankees (well, that day) and made friends with the people around us. Success!
"You get the hot dogs, I'll get the beer. We'll meet right by the condiments."
"Got it."
Okay Shannon. Get the hot dogs, Dad gets beer. Hot dogs, beer. Hot dogs, beer. Beer. Beer. Get the beer and meet by the condiments.
We ended up with 4 beers. I have a one track mind on hot days at the ball park.
"Got it."
Okay Shannon. Get the hot dogs, Dad gets beer. Hot dogs, beer. Hot dogs, beer. Beer. Beer. Get the beer and meet by the condiments.
We ended up with 4 beers. I have a one track mind on hot days at the ball park.
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