Last-Second Greatness

5:15pm, Monday. Get a call from Peter, we're going to the game! ALDS Game 4 to be exact. Meet up at Jeff's place, do some damage, then it's the long trek (across the street) to Fenway Park.
It's go time.

Seats sucked.

PETER CAUGHT A BALL!!! Then he dropped it.
I did not get arrested (although I probably should have). I was so happy, I was gushing. Thanks to Peter for one of the best nights yet, and to Carvalho for capturing all the magic (take those digusting photos of me gorging myself with hotdogs offline, you dick!). One for the books. Oh, did I mention the Sox won ?