For it's root, root, root for the home team...

Hubby and I just got in a little while ago from the Red Sox game.  It was by far the shortest commute home from a game we've ever experienced.

After spending the past eight years on the defense, at times even moved to tears over Yankees/Red Sox relations, it's surreal and wonderful to actually be rooting for the home team. 

This whole moving to Boston thing has been hitting me in increments; little by little I'm realizing we're not in Kansas anymore.  (And by Kansas I do mean Astoria, NY.)

The highlight of the evening had to be sitting across from the young man in the full body spandex Red Sox outfit.  (He was really letting it all hang out, so to speak.  Bizarre.)  He even had a hoodie with a hole in the top for his teeny tiny pony tail to stick out of.  Everyone wanted their picture taken with this guy.  "He's staying with ME!"  a man next to him proudly declared.  It was the weirdest thing ever.

Go Red Sox. 

PS: I will root for the home team, with abandon perhaps; but I will never, I repeat never wear a game shirt.  Pink hats and team tanks also fall under this category.  xoxo