BOSTON — My mother and I put the toe warmers in our boots around the fourth inning. The fall night’s chill—carried by the fierce wind whipping straight into Fenway Park’s right field box—seeped through our many coats, hats, and gloves. As we removed our shoes and stuck the adhesive pads to our socks, the guy sitting next to us commended us for being prepared.
“People complain about the weather,” he said, zipping up his red, ancient Red Sox jacket. “But I say, would you rather not be playing October baseball? There are 30 cities in America that wish they were freezing in the stands right now.