Thursday, April 04, 2013
... to fit into my seat at Fenway Park. I have just gotten tickets to see Paul McCartney there on July 9th. I am psyched! When I was in 8th grade, Paul was my favorite Beatle. I used to fantasize about meeting him and going on a date - the dreams of youth...
The un-refurbished areas in Fenway have some seats on the small side. A few years ago, I remember going to a game in August and being miserable because I was spilling over my seat and trying very hard not to touch the person next to me. This caused me to lean toward one of the people i was with. It was so hot and muggy, we started sticking to each other. Gross.
I heard a guy on a cell phone a few rows back during a rain delay talking to his wife. He said, "Honey, they are going to need to use the Jaws of Life to get me out of this seat." I turned around, and he was even larger than me.
I am happy to report that every year since then I have gone to Fenway a bit smaller. I still am grateful when it is a little kid sitting next to me, but I hope by July 9th I'll be even smaller and I won't stress about the seat at all.