Three weeks ago I made my first trip to Fenway Park in Boston. I have been a life long fan of the Red Sox, but had never been able to make the pilgrimage to the mecca for Red Sox fans; Fenway Park. Being the oldest baseball park in America, it is also a tremendous piece of pro baseball memorabilia.

I was a little intimidated as I walked through the entry way and made my way to my seat. What an incredible sight! The grass was brilliant, the Green Monster was imposing, and the old bricks were humming with history. I knew I had to leave here with a piece of baseball memorabilia that I could remember this day with and even pass onto my son. As the
game progressed and I was wondering what I could procure, a foul ball made it's way to my seat. Casually reaching into the air, the ball struck my hand as I closed it around the ball. I had my piece of pro baseball memorabilia. Although it isn't signed, it is still a valuable piece of my personal baseball journey.