My parents are in town visiting, and I thought it would be fun to go to a Red Sox game...

Never-mind that it's late-august, during a pennant and wild-card race, in the craziest baseball city with the smallest stadium in mlb.

After trying in vain to find 4 tickets together for this weekend on craigslist, I ponied up and started calling brokers. These guys must make a killing-- that's all I'll say.

We ended up 10 rows up from Pesky's poll, way the hell out in right field. Still, the rain held after a violent thunderstorm, and we got to see a terrific game.

I love Byung-Hyun Kim, but he simply has to stop with this choking thing. A closer is a closer. Lights out.

Too bad I forgot the digital camera...