A few days later he called back suggesting another date, but it was the same weekend as the Erie Half Marathon. I thought the idea had been scrapped but then my brother texted me asking about THIS weekend and the game was at 7pm in Boston on Saturday. I said we had a race, BUT that I thought we could make it work so we went with it.
My brother gave my mom tickets to a Red Sox game for her birthday, Monster seats and all, and arranged for the hotel room, and my mom thought that it would just be my dad and her at the game. Little did she know that we would be there too! (Mike and I are Yankees fans, the reason for the first two suggested dates: Yankees/Red Sox games, but the chance to surprise my mom was too good to pass up).
Yesterday after racing our 70.3 triathlon relay with Crystal (recap to come soon, still waiting for official results), we drove from Hunter Mountain, New York to Boston. (Now if you have been following along this is the reason we ran our 18 miler earlier in the week). We got to the hotel and saw my brother and dad and my mom still had NO CLUE. Even after the front desk guy messed up and said that my brother had an adjoining room (she did test the doorknob I guess and asked my dad if my brother was there but she believed my dad when he said no he wasn't).
My mom had been texting Mike and I about the shirt she was going to wear for the game and had been following along with our tri relay (the perfect alibi). She had also been texting my brother a play by play since he had gotten her the tickets. Hilariously, she had sent him a picture of the view from their room while my brother was in his room!
Mike and I quickly showered, since we didn't have the opportunity to after the race. And then the three of us walked to Fenway before my parents. Mike and I hadn't been to Fenway in forever and we walked around a bit before my brother got the signal that we could go to the seats to surprise my mom (she sent him a video of the field). We could even see them sitting in the seats while we were over at The Pesky Pole (Mike wanted to touch it).
The Pesky Pole
Our seats were right under the Advil sign
We walked over to the Monster seats and when we got there we walked up behind my mom and said, "excuse me, I think you are in our seats."
The look on my mom's face when she figured out we were there was priceless. She kept saying, "what are you doing here?", "did you fly in?" (to my brother), "didn't you race a triathlon this morning?"
The perfect reaction
I am so glad we were able to do this, and that it worked out so perfectly. The Red Sox didn't win (which Mike and I didn't care about but would have been nice for everyone else), but we all had a great time. We all went out to breakfast this morning and then Mike and I headed home.
We don't get to see my family often, other than for holidays and short visits here and there, since they are so far away. When we get together we make sure to make the most of it!