First trip to Fenway

Yes, it's the oldest ball park in America, it's as fab and fun as the locals claim and compared to the last stadium I went to (Arsenal's Emirates stadium back in the UK) you could so easily storm the pitch. I was tempted to but the lure of beer and 'Fenway Franks' plus the myriad of things that you could buy from food vendors that they throw at you kept me rooted to the spot.

I do seem to have a thing for Kev, though the baseball outfits are so unflattering - even Manny doesn't pull it off.

L&J, my Fabulous Guides to Fenway, who I went with were superb company. We started off from Watertown, went to Whitney's on H Sq for drinks and to gloat over the locals (dressed in Sox paraphernalia), they made sure I knew what was happening on the field, who was who, checked I knew all the words to 'Sweet Caroline' and kitted me out with this superb sweatshirt which I will treasure forever.... It was however BLOODY FREEZING and the game finished at QUARTER TO TWO IN THE MORNING.