Going forward with the rain galoshes and smell of cut grass we made our way to Fenway Park in Boston for the Red Sox Game. They could have called it the Red Sox game in the mist. It did it almost the entire game. They honored knuckleballer Tim Wakefield at the game, made it Tim Wakefield day in Boston. Now I’ll think of misty cloudy days as Tim Wakefield Day’s but that’s not what it was about. Getting to the game, the sky was a mix of clouds and specks of blue, being enshrouded by the coming rain storm that was to hit later in the day. Went to a bar off Yawkey Way, felt like going into an uneven basement or a model of the bar Cheers gone wrong. In any case we went there, my mother and I, sitting watching others drink beer and alocohol while my mother and I drank water. I can’t handle alcohol, and didn’t feel it necessary to get loaded before the game, but others did. Got to our seats, in right field on the foul side, way up near the Bob Uecker section, although not way up there. Luckily we were under the overhang, so when it was raining, we weren’t getting wet. Seemed like other people thought that was the way to go and everyone then was bunched up in there by the fifth inning when Boston was building up a lead. Got up to stretch in the seventh inning and never came back. we stayed through the eighth inning when the game was fairly certain. Then off into the heavier steadier rain that had encompassed the grounds of Yawkey Way, Fenway and all of the Boston area. it wasn’t a mist no more, not a downpour, but a steady light rain that was a nuisance for those who didn’t bring protection. That of an umbrella, which we didn’t bring. A long walk to the train station for the ride back to the car, wasn’t a fun one through the drips and drabs of rainwater that sprinkled and peppered the buildings and people as they scattered away from the home of the Red Sox. They at least won the game 5-0, but the rain won the war, driving back to the hotel through the pouring rain and headlights abounding.