So my mother and I totally had tickets for Wednesday's Red Sox game in the front row on the Green Monster. It was still pretty rad even though sometimes watching the Red Sox play baseball is kind of like sticking needles into your eyeballs. Also we brought dopey signs because sitting next to a professional heckler and two drunk dude-guys from Toronto obviously just isn't enough action for one section of seats at Fenway. Well, actually, it was more like my mom brought a recycled sign that she'd used at a previous game and I brought a sign that made fun of her sign for being a recycled sign.
(Figure A. will show all non-baseball-liking people what the legend known as the Green Monster is.)
Relatively self-explanatory, I think.