The Green Monstah

I've always thought that the "Green Monster" was what you turned into when your friend got something you really wish you had for yourself. Apparently around here it's pronounced the "Green Monstah" and it's a huge wall on one side of Fenway Park. Well I have found myself green with envy every time I walk around my neighborhood, ride the subway, or leave my house just to get groceries on game day. Seems like everyone has tickets to this great, huge party called the Red Sox game and I can't figure out how to get an invitation. Sure scalpers have plenty of tickets but at anywhere from 100-300 bucks, I can't swing that. Even the worst bleacher seats are going at least twice face value. On Tuesday night I was determined to get in, no matter what it took. Eventually we had held out so long trying to find a ticket in our price range that there were none left period, so we gave up on buying them.

Plan B: We decided to wait until the 7th inning and walk in, which about 6 different people told us they allowed, especially if the game's score wasn't close. Well this is obviously not the case anymore, as I found out quickly. We badgered a security guy at the gate with our sob story on living right next to the park and never being able to watch a game. Finally he got so tired of us that he let us walk in. Five steps into the stadium and we were promptly encircled by five ear phoned security guards and escorted right back out. Well at this point I am so disappointed I am basically in tears, so imagine my excitement when yesterday someone at work offered Kelly and I free tickets. So I went to Wednesday's game between the Red Sox and the Kansas City Royals. I think the pictures tell the rest of the story.