Postcards from the Road to Ruin

There are worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than crashing a wedding reception at Fenway Park.  The stands are empty.  I plant my ass in one of the best seats in the house, high above home plate.  The bride and groom smile at me from the giant video screen above center field.  Alongside their smiles are the words “Thanks for coming.”  You’re welcome.  My pleasure.  I sip my beer and watch the Sox lose their away game to the Yankees on the conveniently placed plasma screen nearby.  It’s a sublime experience.  And more than a little odd.