First, he decided to name his favorite floppy puppy: Woolsey. We don't know where he came up with that name, other than his in-depth study of English political history (Cardinal Wolsey, English statesman and alter rex under Henry VIII).
Then, this afternoon, we took the T down to Kenmore Square and I was able to sneak us into Fenway Park to watch the tail end of a Red Sox game; we arrived late in the 7th inning of a huge loss-in-progress. It was amazing good fun, and so exciting for August. We saw the game from up close and from way up high, and both sides of home plate. We heard the crowd explode in cheers and groan in disappointment, and sing along with Neil Diamond. We left just before the last out of the 9th inning, after watching the Sox manage to sneak one man home to prevent the shut-out. Grabbing a sausage ("loaded") before heading to a souvenir shop off Yawkey Way, August and I discussed "baseball fun" and bats and red socks (August literally has a pair of red socks). "More baseball. More baseball. More baseball. Fun!"
We went home with matching Red Sox baseball caps.
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