“groovy mother...”

I didn't bring a telephoto lens on this trip, so this is about the best photo I have of the game!

A silly little detail, but one I loved. They've installed these lovely high-resolution multi-colour animation-capable LCD displays, but show the scores, stats and messages in a dot-matrix font that resembles the screens they replaced.

Watching the Yanks take batting practice.

A mystery UPS sticky on the door turned out to be for this fantastic Fenway Park print, a surprise gift from our friend Cheryl (shortly to be appearing in Boston in The Superheroine Monologues). This will be hung in our apartment with pride.

Seconds after Manny's decisive walk-off home-run.

(I like how arty this shot appears, when really it was just taken before my camera had completely woken up and adjusted to what was going on!)

You have twenty minutes to run, if you want to catch the T home. Stupid 8:30pm starts!

Not as good as our normal seats (pillars preventing us from seeing home plate or the Pesky Pole very well), but still a fun place to spend an evening.

Celebrating 4 years of marriage. Linen and/or silk not pictured.

Spotted on a door at Fenway: The secret instructions for making a footlong hotdog. WIth this recipe, I shall RULE THE WORLD!

Joy and my parents at Fenway Park.

You'll note that my dad (who's never been to a baseball game before) and my mum (who's been once) are both wearing Red Sox jackets. I'd mentioned to them the night before that it can get kind of chilly in the evening, so they should maybe bring a jacket. So when they happened upon Red Sox jackets at Marshall's earlier in the day, they snapped them up.

Classy!