My mouth explodes with spicy, seafood flavors as I try fish tacos for the first time.
“Wow, you ate 4 tacos. Are you going to eat a 5th?”asks my dad.
“Yes, what do you think?” I respond.
“You have to eat fast. We have to make to the game soon.’’
As we are waiting for an uber, I get bored and As we get in the car I smell the gross, germy seats. But it's a nice car, I say in my mind, trying to encourage myself.I can feel the awkward silence between the driver and our family. The car ride feels like hours are passing by. But at least the air conditioning is good - an important thing during the heat of Boston.
My dad, trying to break the awkward slice, starts talking about the game, “Who do you think is going to win, the Red Socks or the Toronto Blue Jays?”
In an accent I can not pinpoint, the driver responds, “Red socks”
“Yay, me too,” my dad says. My whole family agrees with him except me who wants the Blue Jays to win but I don't want my family to know that. After what seems like hours we finlay get there and there's a whole crowd of people there waiting for the game to start. We wait in line for about a half an hour and finally get to go into the stadium. I whine, somehow my legs hurting so much just standing in line for a little bit.
“How long is it going to take to find our seats?” I say. After half an hour we finally find our seats and by that time everyone is already on the field and the game is starting. After the first inning, I decide I’m hungry. I get some popcorn and cotton candy from the concession stand. Pretty soon I start to regret it, because I start to feel sick. I’ve had way too much junk food and I decide to walk around to see if it’ll make me feel better. After the 5th inning, Ben and I go to the hill they call “the green monster” and see the field from a really great view. I feel a chilly breeze, deciding we need to go back to our seats. When we get back to our seats, I convince my dad I need to buy a sweatshirt.
Around the 6th inning, I’m hungry again so we go to the food court. I buy nachos and soda and they taste amazing. I tell my dad, “Baseball concession food is probably the best food in the world .” We go back to our seats and enjoy the rest of the game..until I get hungry again.
“Pleaseeeeeee,” I whine, begging my dad to go with me to the gift shop
“I’ll go,” my brother says.”You got your wallet right?”
“Yes, now come on.” I respond.
As Ben and I are walking around trying to find the gift shop, we see lots of cool stuff like a place where you can play baseball in VR and a lot of concession stands full of mouth watering food. We finally found the gift shop and spent about 30 minutes just trying to decide what to get. I come out of the shop with a giant stuffed baseball, a miniature baseball bat, and a bobble head, feeling like I just wasted 40 dollars on stuff I will never ever care about when I get back from vacation.
Near the end of the game, a foul ball comes flying towards our seats but hits the wall right next to us.Then one of the team managers comes around saying hello to the people sitting next to the wall and picks up the foul ball from earlier. I think he might give it to me, but he hands it to the young kid sitting right next to me. I realise that the little kid next to me is a big Red Socks fan and that's why he gave it to him.The game ends and it is super dark out in Boston and kind of windy, so my family decides to walk all the way to our hotel. We walked about a mile and a half and got some food, enjoying seeing Boston. Boston is a really cool city. I smile, thinking to myself. I can’t wait to come back.