I've never really been into ball-sports. Mildly interested in football now, since working for a contracting company in England, where I felt like I should know something about sport to assist me with conversational gambits at work.
I really wasn't mad-keen to go on a trip to the see the Boston Red Sox. But Horatio was going and it was a nice day (although as cold as the baltic) for a walk. On the way I met Benedict-Alexander, who has turned out to be a thoroughly splendid fellow. More on that later.
No doubt the purists will hate me for this. But it seems a bit like cricket to me. Don't really understand cricket at all (although I realise that someone hits the ball, and then they run and that is a good thing), but I love to sit in the sunshine and watch it whilst drinking beer.
But as often seems to happen in the USA, the tour-guide was brilliant and by the time we left the stadium I felt like a Red Sox fan (albeit a plastic one).
If I recall this correctly, around this time I was feeling a bit down-hearted that I'd managed to let thinking man's crumpet get away. But a night out in Boston with Benedict-Alexander and Jean-Jacques soon sorted that out. Jean-Jacques is another splendid fellow. More on him later........?
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