Just about every year I head back to Boston for Opening Day, this year I took off a bit early on a Thursday, met Rob and Ferrari (fresh from the Peace Corps) in Mystic CT before making the trek to Boston Friday morning.


Thursday night... Mike and Rob at some Mystic discotheque after six too many pints.


"What do you mean you've never heard of Rob Moore? The Sausage King of Chicago?!?"


Rob and special friend Jess.


I think it goes without saying that I am drunk here.


Ah, Fenway... Sox won 8-5 by the way.


Big Dig on the cellular - straightening things out in Albania.


After seven or so $5 drafts, you don't really care if you're drinking peanut shells.


Our seats were one row in front of the overhang, thus exposing us to the rain. The smaht kids (me + rob + mike) moved back a row while my dad soaked it in like a sucker.


After the game (5pm) Ferrari starts talking it up about some "free happy hour" his friend's company is having. Turns out the "free happy hour" is on the 4th floor of some office building on the outskirt of Boston. Here's the three of us crashing their 1Q 2001 earnings meeting and drinking on the EF, Inc. dime.


Of course, no weekend is complete with out an illegal casino running over the garage. Rob taking his odds on the nine.


Big Dig rolling it up Caesar's Palace style (sans cream-colored Bentley).


Is there anything more precious than a hard eight shared among friends?