The farm team for the Red Sox is the Pawtucket Red Sox, in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, about an hour from Boston. A bunch of us from work went to a game last night. I borrowed Greg's car (he was out of town), and hit the road. Check out this street sign: Right Lane for U-Turn. Does that make sense?

I knew it would be short-lived, but I went through a pretty heavy thunderstorm.

I made it to the game, and the ground in Pawtucket wasn't even wet. It was a great game. Clay Buchholz was pitching (he's apparently a great pitcher for the Red Sox), I had a hot dog and some popcorn. Bottom of the ninth, tied game, bases loaded, we get a hit and win the game. It was really fun. Driving out of the parking lot, there wasn't even much traffic getting onto the highway.

I wasn't very far along when I got a flat tire. Alone on a busy highway at night is not the ideal place to get a flat tire. I called for a tow truck, who removed me from the highway so I could safely change the tire.


Ha ha, he actually did the changing, thankfully. Then I got horribly lost getting back into the city. It started when I couldn't take a left where I thought I could, and instead I got spit onto the highway. I kept taking wrong turn after wrong turn. In my defense, everyone says how difficult Boston is to navigate. I finally ended up calling my brother at midnight (9pm in CA) to Google-map me home. Thanks, Bubba Luke; you were a wonderful life line. The one-hour drive from Pawtucket took me three and a half hours. Gawd, was I glad to get home, scoop up Billy and squeeze him close.