Fenway

Ah, Fenway.

All paths to Fenway begin at one place . . .

That's right. The HoJo's.

The HoJo's right across the street from Fenway Park.

First stop: Yawkey Way.

And then, well, there's nothing quite like that first glimpse of a baseball diamond, especially from killer seats . . .

. . . it is forever memorable.

It was a beautiful night, it was a great -- albeit heavily Red Sox* -- crowd . . .

(*they are really into the Red Sox in Boston, if you didn't know.)

And the peeps had their cameras out . . .

One . . .

. . . after another . . .

. . . after another.

The game that night, though, never ended . . .

No, that's not the first inning. That's the 11th inning.

The crowd thinned out . . .

. . . but the faithful -- and those who were staying at the HoJo's right across the street -- remained . . .

Top of the 14th . . . 

In the bottom of the 15th, after July had turned to August, one of the red-soxed-boys got a hit with the bases loaded and that . . .

. . . was that.

We were the last ones in the park . . .

We waited until everyone else left . . .

We told the ushers to go on home . . .

. . . we'd lock up for them.

After all, we had the shortest commute of anybody.

Then we went home across the street and waited for the lights to go out in Fenway.