COMMENTARY
On Saturday, I hoofed it to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox live, in all their yellow glory. A real “dog bites man” happening, yes, but I brought the family and finally checked the Green Monster seats off my personal ledger.
In brief: A good time! The concept remains a trip two decades on, though you will inevitably see some percentage of the game via context clues from the rest of the crowd. Especially if, as we did, you spend multiple innings seeking something beyond the basic concessions they sell up there.