There aren’t many perfect days, that’s why when one occurs you have to seize it and hold it close to get you through the rough patches. Yesterday was one such perfect day. TV came up from Boston and the bunch of us hit up the Seadogs game. What a change from last year when the first game we went to was forty degrees, rainy, and windy. So from the gorgeous 65 degree, sunny, light breezy Hadlock Field we went back to the house to barbecue. Hooked up the radio and listened in disbelief as the Red Sox came back not once, not twice, but THREE times to beat the Yankees. It was an incredible weekend. And I am definitely going to hold it close to me to remember why I love Portland, Maine, and my friends.
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