Houston to Watch the Sox

If you follow very closely, you see that the list of items that keep Barry off the golf course is very short.
The Red Sox playing within easy driving distance made the cut. Instead of hitting the 255 rounds mark, we packed up the car and headed to Houston with Brian.
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The best part is that a man just walked up to us before the game and gave us two seats, just 20 rows up from home plate! Awesome seats, and the price was right. He told us to just buy him and his buddy a beer, because they would be sitting right next to us (then they never let us do it!).
The free nature of the tickets took some sting out of a Red Sox loss, and the extra hot sun beating down for the first few hours. Why did this man choose us to give away his tickets to? He said he wanted someone “semi-normal” sitting next to him. Just glad he didn’t see any normal people, so he had to settle for us “semi”s.

The boys brought their mitts and didn’t get any foul balls, but they kept themselves busy walking back to the car. Just a boy and his dad playing catch in the street in front of a cop! No, they didn’t get yelled at, but it made my rule-following soul rapt with the anticipation of it. The cop was actually quite entertained by them…
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Quite successful as zero-golf days go. To 255 and beyond tomorrow…

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