Timbeau2
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Story time. The summer after my junior year at UT, one of my roommates somehow got a gig as a chaplain in the Cape Cod league for a summer. He had a couple of buddies from high school who were "on Cape" that summer (one who pitched for Candy and the other at Tiger High). I took a megabus from Knoxville to Boston where he met me at the bus station. We walked to his car for me to toss my backpack in and then we caught a train to Fenway. We got bleacher seat tickets for a Sox vs Mariners game that went something like 16 innings. Around the 11th, people started heading home so each inning, we'd get a little closer to the field. For the last 2 or 3 innings we were literally 3 rows behind home plate. I'll never forget seeing Big Papi so close up. I crashed with him for about a week on Cape, just watching ball games everyday. After that, we took our time and hiked/camped/drove our way back to Knoxville through the White mtns in New Hampshire and Blue Ridge mtns in Virginia. Ate lunch at chipotle with Kyle Schwarber right after he arrived on Cape from playing with team USA. The guy seemed like a total meathead in normal conversation, but when he talked ball it was like he had a dang PhD. Pretty cool couple of weeks!