Continuing the story of our trip by rail to Boston (all posts are indexed here, for those of you who just can't get enough of other people's endless vacation pictures):
Okay, now how many people travel across the country to go to a baseball game? Quite a few, as it turns out, and a lot of them were staying at the Lenox Hotel along with us.
To get one of these packages (hotel, limo, Fenway tour, a close-up look at batting practice, a pre-game party, pictures with the Red Sox' World Series trophies, free food and drinks brought to you non-stop by your own server, Red Sox uniform shirts, and
first-row seats on the Green Monster) you have to sign up with
RedSox.com and pay close attention to the emails they send you. You have to be quick and you have to fork over the money, and then you are in for a treat!
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| Beez was pretty excited to be leaving for the game at last! |
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| The fans start to gather in the elegant lobby of the Lenox Hotel |
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| Jimmy Fisher, 80-something bellhop, entertains the fans with stories of when Casey Stengel and the Yankees used to stay at the Lenox |
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| Boarding the limo--they called it a limo, it looked like a bus to me until... |
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| I saw the tricked-out interior |
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| There were even drinks facilities, but |
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| ... the ride was a short one and we arrived at the world-famous Yawkey Way before we knew it. |
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| There is nothing like your first view of Fenway Park, no matter how many times you've been there before |
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| Look, it's the Green Monster. Our seats were to the right, by the light pole |
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| "America's Most Beloved Ballpark," indeed |
