Welcome to Boston, home of the Red Sox, some really good clam chowder, and Zoom! (If you don't know what "Zoom" is, you must've never watched PBS in the mid-70's...) Here the beans visit Boston Harbor, site of the infamous Boston Tea Party. On December 16, 1773, 342 chests of tea belonging to the British East India Company were thrown from ships into Boston Harbor by American patriots disguised as Mohawk Indians. The Americans were protesting both a tax on tea (taxation without representation) and the perceived monopoly of the East India Company.

In retaliation, Parliament passed the series of punitive measures known in the colonies as the "Intolerable Acts." Little did anyone realize that the brunt of King George's "Intolerable Acts" legislation wouldn't be fully felt until 1997, when The Spice Girls would invade America...
Next, the beans sneak off to Fenway Park, the oldest baseball stadium in the country, to see the Red Sox. Fenway opened in April 1912, and hosted its first night game in 1947. The Red Sox won the World Series at Fenway in the park’s first year and won it three more times by 1918, but they haven’t won it since. Some think the Red Sox were cursed when they sold Babe Ruth to the Yankess after the 1919 season. Doh!

Here, the world-famous Black Beans meet the infamous Green Monster, also known as the left field wall. The Green Monster is 37 feet tall, with a 23-foot screen above it and includes a manually operated scoreboard that displays the line score and scores of other American League games. In Morse code down the side of the scoreboard are the initials of Thomas A. Yawkey and Jean R. Yawkey, who owned the Red Sox from 1933-93. The Monster been green only since 1947 - before that, Fenway’s left-field wall was covered with advertisements.

Because the bullpens are buried way behind right field, the relief pitchers get a lift to the pitcher's mound from our little helmet-shaped scooter friend here. The beans decided it would be a good idea to go along for the ride, even though they'd prefer to not be hurled at home plate at 90+ miles an hour, if it was all the same to you...

Finally, (and I do mean FINALLY - Geez, man - it's about time...) here's a picture of Bill SMILING!!! we here at BATW are always thankful when we receive his newest submissions, and we're glad that he's able to get around so much. Just watch out for those wild line drives when sitting backwards to the batter, Bill!