I spent my first Father’s Day at the Red Sox game where they completed a sweep of the San Francisco Giants. The game was only but a warm-up to the post-game festivities. The Red Sox invited all fathers and sons in attendance to come play catch on Fenway’s sacred field. And so I, along with my dad Howie, brother Nathaniel and 3-month-old son Chase (first time at Fenway Park) floated on to the field and enjoyed every second of it.
What a day it was. And our adventure continues as I am actually blogging on the ferry boat between Hyannis and Nantucket. We’re about to arrive on the island to visit Chase’s Grampy as our amazing trip continues.
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Aww, thats just “Chase being Chase”!
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