Even though this beer is a little out of left field for me, it’s still cool enough to sit on my sill.
Did I ever tell you that I hate the Red Sox?
I’ve hated the Red Sox since I first learned about baseball after moving to the United States in 1987, and I will hate the Red Sox until the day I die (there will still be beers on my window sill, don’t you worry). That being said, I kinda like Fenway Park.
Sure, it’s got a bit of an awkward layout, is a dreadful pea green color and has seats that are not comfortable if you’re any larger than your average-sized seven-year old boy or girl, but it has personality. It has character. It has a certain…je ne sais quoi that almost makes it tolerable for a Yankees fan like me that the place is always full of obnoxious Red Sox fans.