We hardly knew ye
No, your eyes (and my blurry photography) aren't deceiving you. Those are Red Sox ALCS tickets, and they were in my possession for all of 3 minutes today. Sigh.
I realize many of my readers are non-New Englanders, and therefore may not realize the significance of these little strips of paper. So for your benefit, let me just clarify that playoff tickets are really, really hard to come by. They're something life-long Sox fans like my husband dream about, but rarely get to experience unless they're obscenely wealthy, well-connected or just plain lucky. We were the latter.
Like most good Sox fans, I entered a lottery for the chance to purchase playoff tickets, never dreaming that I would actually be picked. But I was. Of course, being thousands of miles away puts a bit of a crimp in any plan to just jaunt off to Fenway. So with heavy hearts H and I agreed that, if we couldn't use them *sniff!*, better they should go to diehard baseball fans whom we love than to random craigslist strangers. So those two, precious tickets are currently winging their way to obie119 and the Beckster. (They had to be sent here first because of all the complicated anti-scalping hoops they make you jump through.) I hope the ALCS makes it to 6 games so they can actually enjoy them. And hey, at least I got to hold them for a little while.