While our family was being chased out of Houston by Hurricane Ike, Ricky and I were "suffering" through a Red Sox game. (The Texas faction was actually doing quite well and enjoying some family bonding in Palestine.) Ricky had landed some sweet tickets from a tennis buddy at face value...AND behind home plate. This stadium sets records for consecutive sold-out games, so tickets are almost always at a big mark-up, i.e. Ricky scored a deal worthy of making Big Rick proud. The downer of the event, of course, was losing an embarassing 8-1, but you can't beat sitting this close. Check out Rice's very own David Aardsma (we're rooting for you buddy!) and the New England Clam Chowder! Please come visit us and give us an excuse to go back!
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