Ben attended college in Boston for a semester, and while there, caught Red Sox fever. In our early college days, he had more time to follow the baseball season and the Red Sox. They were actually pretty good during these years as well, winning the World Series in 2004. The American League Championship Series that year was the best time we've ever had watching baseball. The Red Sox came came back to beat the Yankees after a 0-3 deficit. So awesome.
This summer, the planets aligned and Ben determined to see a game in person when they played the Mariners.
Ben's parents and some second cousins that are like his aunt and uncle decided to make the trip with us.
We arrived extra early so Ben could watch warm-ups and batting practice.
David Ortiz chilling on the grass.
I don't remember who was pitching, Ben had hoped it would be Tim Wakefield, but it wasn't.
Ben thoroughly enjoyed the game, and I was more distracted by watching the people in front of us get up again and again for more beer. I really hoped they weren't driving home. I think they'd had 7 beers a piece by the time the game ended.
Unfortunately, the Red Sox lost. But the garlic fries we had were really, really good.
It was my first major league baseball game, and we had a good time.
On the way back over the Cascades, we took the 410 highway that cuts near Mt. Rainier National Park, and got some pictures of the park.
Crazy mushrooms growing on the trees. I'm seven months pregnant.
Someone left a pretty rock sculpture near the White River in the national park.
Ben found the mountain impressive, and we wished we could get closer. But that trip was for another time.



