Back in the pre-Bear days we had been known to drive the 588 miles roundtrip to see a game at Fenway without thinking too much about it. These days of course, we can’t spend 22 hours of a precious weekend in a car, so Josie has had to make do with our very nice little National League team right here in Pittsburgh.
All this is a little circuitous I realize, but when I come right out and say that we planned a whole vacation around happening to be in Toronto at the same time as the Red Sox it sounds a little, well, crazy. Let’s face it though, No Red Sox, no Josie. It’s time for the kid to meet her makers.
(And in case you were wondering, I’m a grown woman and a mother, so even though we’re staying the closest swanky hotel to the stadium I most certainly have NOT spent the night riding up and down the elevators hoping to "accidentally" run into Jason Varitek.)
