Today marks our annual pilgrimage to a Red Sox game – officially monikered the BroSox Adventure – and come rain or hell or Mercury in retrograde, we’ll be there. We go into this one without much of a plan or theme, other than relaxing and having fun. The last few years have been tumultuous – these BroSox weekends have been points of peace and hilarity. Skip is easygoing that way, and I’m easygoing around him; it’s the ease of friendship.
This is our ninth year of BroSox Adventures, so we are keeping it low-key. We may go big and crazy for #10, or return to basics. We’ll probably decide when we get there. If you’d like a more comprehensive look-back at previous outings, check out this post for the early years, and this one for the later ones. Those were the adventures up until COVID hit.
Then came the most recent ones:
Brosox Adventure 2021: Part One and Part Two
