After 30 plus years, it's finally happening.
6 LONG months after I booked the flight, it's finally here.
No urine in the football helmet in the toyroom. (Don't ask.) No other urine in the music box. (Again, don't ask.) No dirty diapers, no threats of corporal punishment, and absolutely no SpongeBob marathons.
Tomorrow morning I somehow get myself on an airplane aimed for Hartford, CT for a 5 day weekend of Red Sox games and Paloozing.
Thanks to Josh, hayes, Rob, JD, Tex, Kelly, and Cyn for all the free places to stay, tickets, and support; I honestly can't believe it's here.
Tomorrow, some downtime with my long lost little brother, then Fenway Park for 3 straight days. With apologies to Stephen King, Morgan Freeman, and my brother, I give you the following.
"I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it to Boston. I hope to see my friend's and shake their hand. I hope Fenway is as beautiful as it has been in my dreams. I hope."
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