One of my favorite days of the entire year is tomorrow... The Red Sox home opener!!  I am feeling like a little kid on Christmas eve.  Like I could just jump out of my skin, I'm so excited.  Funny what a few months can do.

There is no way to put this that doesn't make me sound like an ungrateful snob, but by October of last year I was pretty burnt out on Fenway.  WAAAHH, I know.  We're lucky enough to have a ticket package that includes all post-season games, which is awesome in theory.  And in reality.  But what it comes down to is 8-10 games in a matter of 3 weeks.  Some weekend nights, some weeknights, with no game starting earlier than 8:00pm... Usually more like 8:30pm.   By 11:00pm, I was like... Can we go?  Of course we can't GO.  The Red Sox are making a run for another World Series victory, and I wanna go.  Hmph.  I was still invested in the games, sure.  I just wanted to be invested from my bed.

After a simultaneously glorious and gut-wrenching Patriots season, a suprisingly exciting Celtics 1st half, and the oversaturation of college hoops in March... I am recharged and ready for baseball season.

The plan is to head into town early to find parking.  Walk around the city to enjoy the buzz of the day and the luxury of not being at work.  Park ourselves at one of our usual bars for a couple hours, and then head into the Park for the festivities.  Weather is going to be chilly, but sunny.  I don't care.  I'm just so excited to wake up tomorrow!!