4 plane rides, 5 days of awesomeness, and a 3 game sweep.
Great times with my little brother Candaon, a SG Palooza for the record books, and goosebumps every time I realized "Holy Crap: I'm in Fenway freaking Park".
Plus a no hitter being pitched by Jon Lester as I'm winging my way home last night, even though I had no idea until I got home.
I'm tired, wore out, and deliriously happy about the entire weekend.
More later tonight with pictures hopefully, and it was awesome to hug my wife and kids after being away.
But Boston is now in my heart for good. I can't wait to get back some day.
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