Take Me Out To The Ballgame

Ted and I were lucky enough to be invited by my Uncle Russ and Aunt Melody (who, btw, make a great bbq sauce and rub, click here to see their website) to join him and his family at a Red Sox game.

They were vacationing in Boston and New York for a week and had tickets to a game against the Royals. We agreed to meet at about 6:30, my uncle suggesting that we be able to identify them because they'd be the ones wearing Red Sox shirts...ha ha ha, he's such a funny guy. (Ted and I, on the other hand, do not have Red Sox attire--probably issued at birth in Massachusetts. ;)

We decided to arrive to the game in style, taking Boston's subway, the 'T'. (my uncle, on the other hand, arranged for Limo service for them--I bet his grandkids LOVED it!) We knew we were going on the right train because we were squeezed with a thousand other people, all wearing Red Sox t's and jerseys, and we were a little perplexed/nervous when they all got off at a stop earlier than we were planning to, but in end it just required us to backtrack a wee bit. While the trip saved us in headache and hassle of driving in to the city and locating parking, it certainly added time. We spent probably 3 hours in the round trip.

Once there we found our seats (an entire row for the Nikkel crew), and grabbed some traditional baseball food--hot dogs! Fenway Franks, actually.

My uncle, bless his heart, was purchasing for the grandkids as each vendor came by --popcorn, cotton candy, lemonade, the works. Because that's what grandparents do.

It was a perfect night for baseball, and we had a great evening. It was fun for me to go to this game with them because as a kid we used to meet Russ and his family and my grandparents in Dallas to watch the Rangers play the Royals.

Thanks Russ and Melody!