Too Rich for My Blood
This week’s Metro column, in which I alternately fume, lament, seethe, weep, stew, rail, and ululate over getting priced out of our family’s weekend ticket package, which I have enjoyed lo these many years, by the evil sharks swimming slimily through Fenway Park’s front office, who spend their days tearing at all that is good and decent in the world with their insatiable rows of glinting teeth.
January 9th, 2007 at 12:40 pm
Your story made me very sad…
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January 9th, 2007 at 1:32 pm
Indeed… sorry you won’t be able to make it to the same seat this year SG…
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