I signed up for Red Sox Fantasy Camp with every intention of it being an once-in-a-lifetime experience for my 40th birthday. By the end of the first day I felt like I was in some surreal alternate universe, from seeing your locker, to taking BP off of Oil Can, to being greeted by El Tiante while waiting for your morning coffee, was already a collection of experiences I never expected to have... yet it was only Monday. As the week continued, the experience only got better and by Wednesday, once in a lifetime had turned into "I wonder if I can make it back sometime." By the end of the week, as I made my way through the handshake line after our game with the pros, several of the pros asked if I would be back next year, my answer took only one word: "Yes."
