Red Sox Nation

We spent Sunday at Camden Yard, watching the Sox defeat the Orioles, 4-1.

We had amazing seats: 5 rows up from the field, just to the right of the Orioles dugout. We splurged on souveneirs, hot dogs, sodas and cotton candy (can you say, "Mega Bolus"?). It was a cool, clear, perfect day for baseball.

Climbing the steps to the concourse during the second inning, I almost caught a foul ball. Actually, that's pretty much a bold-faced lie. Climbing the steps with my back to the field, I noticed EVERYONE around me jump up in anticipation of the foul ball (a high pop fly, thank God) coming our way. I froze in my place and covered my head. This may explain why I didn't go too far in Little League, and failed as a field hockey goalie.

But at least I wasn't the guy in the upper deck who caught a foul, then proudly held up his Yankees cap and jacket, sparking a stadium-wide chant of 'Yankees Suck.' Which, by the way, sounds really awful and really funny coming out of the mouth of an almost four year old.

Anyway, it was a great day, and a great way to spend Jake's birthday. And, because a Southwest flight from New England to Baltimore PLUS a hotel PLUS tickets (and good ones, at that) is STILL cheaper and easier to pull off than a trip to Fenway, we were surrounded by Sox fans. I'd guess a solid third of the crowd was wearing a B on their cap.

It's a Red Sox Nation, Baby!