I watched the Red Sox beat the Yankees at Fenway Park last night, braving the cold past midnight. My son Michael was also at the game, but sitting with his Mom on the other side of the park. Mike and I were texting each other during the game....


Dad: Where are you exactly? If you draw a line from 3rd to home and keep going, you would hit me in the chest, seven rows from the field.


Mike: If u draw a line from u to me id be at the end