The Time I sat in the Owner's Box at Fenway

Me and Dr. Charles, who now works for the Commissioner.

Mom and Dad- and our view from the Owner's Box.

Yep, John Henry in the background- PROOF!

When my mom asked me on a whim if I could get us Red Sox/Dodgers tickets, I had no idea what a day I was in for...

To pick up my tickets, I had to go to player will-call at Fenway park, which is not accessible to the general public. I found out from the main ticket window that I needed an escort to pick up my player tickets. The girl that arrived had a shirt on that said "Fenway Ambassador." Ah, the all-too-familiar polo.

"Hi, I'm Tori," I said to her. "Great shirt. I was actually an Ambassador at the Dodgers under Dr. Charles Steinberg."

"Wow, that's wonderful," She replied. "As a matter of fact, he's here today. Are you seeing him?"

"What!?" I exclaimed. "I had no idea. I'm gonna call him!"

I knew it was a long shot, but standing in line (behind Jon Lester's family) I dialed his cell. I was thrilled when he answered. "I hear you and I are both within the walls of Fenway Park today," I said. "You're kidding!" He replied. "Stay right where you are. I'm sending someone to bring you where I am."

Turns out "Where he was" was L1- the owner's private suite at Fenway Park! My family stared at the luxury suite fixings in awe- leather couches, gourmet food, and a functional office space for working during the games. My stomach did a flip as I realized just WHO I was surrounded by and WHO I was shaking hands with! Tom Werner, John Henry, even Heidi Watney stopped through. Then I heard a familiar voice...

"TOMMY! Colin! This is CRAZY!" Yep, Tommy Lasorda and my friend, his assistant, Colin were in the room.

"Tori! You're no better than that guy in the Revolution- what's his name- BENEDICT ARNOLD! For leaving us at the Dodgers!" Tommy joked with me. Apparently finishing my college degree wasn't a good enough excuse for my wavering Dodger loyalty.

Ghosts from my Dodgers past continued to come through the door, along with Boston front office stars. My head was spinning. It was a new level of professional elbow-rubbing for me. I doubt Tom Werner will remember me, but when I'm working in MLB someday I'll be able to say "Actually yes, we met at the Dodgers series in 2010."

Sadly, I didn't get to see too much of the game with all the people to meet, but I'd say it was a fair trade. My family reported that even though any day at the ballgame is a great day, they'd like to get used to those kind of seats! The day served to reinvigorate my love for working in baseball and give a little fuel to the thought that maybe-just maybe- I'll be in a front office again. After the last three years, I know God constantly laughs at my plans, so I don't bother making them anymore. But it sure would be nice...

We're moving this week. Stories to come. Peace, Love and Baseball!