As we hung a left onto Stadium Way, I boldly said to my wife, "Can't wait to see how great our free parking spot is." Before those ill-fated words even finished falling out of my mouth, we realized we were doomed. Doomed all the way down into the far off, yet welcoming, bosom of Elysian Park- something that only ever happens when the Yankees are in town.
Nearing the end of our nearly mile long slog, we realized the culprit. It wasn't die-hard Lupe Fiasco fans. Nope, Boylston Street had suddenly become a no parking zone. Thanks to one lone sign on an orange cone, half of Dodger Stadium's complimentary parking was wiped from the map.
Thank you to the Cornhusking Todd for the friendly warning. I used to be the king - or at least, court jester - of the street parking. But no more. A sign of reaching my fourth decade - I don't mind shelling out the $10 if it saves me some walking.