Lorelai gracefully carried the cumbersome basket, without dropping it, to Luke's. She was excited to see his reaction. She knew Luke loved the Red Sox, but she didn't know if he had ever been to a game. As she (creatively) opened the front door, she looked at the empty diner, curious if Luke was even around. Sure enough, he was, counting money at the register.

"Hey, Luke," Lorelai said, placing the basket in front of her on the table. She put her chin in her hand and leaned over to look at Luke from the side of the basket.

"Hey. What's this basket doing here, and why are you wearing a DAR pin?" Luke asked.

Lorelai gasped and felt her blazer, searching for the pin she had meant to throw away as soon as she got home. She couldn't have just refused to wear it, but forgetting to take it off was worse. She quickly removed the pin from her jacket and handed it to Luke. "Burn this for me, will you?" she asked.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll get right on that," he said sarcastically. He grabbed a coffee mug from the back counter and filled it for Lorelai. He placed the mug by Lorelai's elbow, and upon realizing the danger of that location, moved it to the other side of the basket. "What's this doing here?" he asked, pointing to the still wrapped basket.

"What are you doing on July 24th?" Lorelai inquired, reaching around the basket to take a sip of coffee.

"Jeez, Lorelai, I don't know. Let me take out my invisible blackberry and find out," Luke grunted.

Lorelai pouted. "Really, Luke. This is important."

"Does it have to do with what's in this basket?"

Lorelai smiled. "Yes, it does. You're going to love it. See, I was roped into another charity event for the DAR, and I entered the raffle. And this is what I won."

Luke walked to the door of the diner and locked it. "Is it a spa basket? Because I really am not an exfoliating kind of guy."

Lorelai giggled. "No, it's not the spa basket. Some other lady won that. It's an amazing prize, are you ready for this?"

"Jeez, Lorelai, just tell me."

"Tickets to a Red Sox-Yankees game. At Fenway Park. Aren't you proud I got the names right? I've been practicing," Lorelai beamed.

Luke stopped in his tracks. "You won tickets to a Yankee game? At Fenway?"

Lorelai nodded. "And in this basket, we have all the stuff we need. Tickets, hats, jerseys, you name it, they put it in here. And there's a ball that someone wrote on…"

"Aren't you going to open it?" Luke pressed.

Lorelai tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and shrugged. "Well, I was kind of hoping not to quite yet, because it's just too pretty."

"You're going to open the basket to get the tickets, right? And who are you bringing?"

Lorelai sighed. "Oh, Luke. Didn't you get the context of my words before? I said "we," not "I," and besides, I'd love to take you. I couldn't think of anyone else I could share it with and have a better time."

"Rory?" Luke asked.

"She hates baseball. So are you coming, or what? July 24th. We'll stay over until the 25th, and we'll eat hot dogs and drink beer and shout at the referees…"

"Umpires," Luke corrected.

"Yeah, them. And then we'll make friends with the drunk guys in the bleachers…"

"Lorelai," Luke interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. I'd love to go."

"REALLY? Oh, it's going to be great… we'll have so much fun. And I'll even try to learn the people's names and stuff."

"Lorelai, you don't have to do that, it's not a really big thing. I know you're doing something nice for me, and that doesn't mean you have to love the team or anything," Luke insisted.

Lorelai moved the basket so she didn't have to lean over to see Luke anymore. She gently untied the ribbon and pushed the plastic away from the bag. "Well, then, here's your ticket," she said, handing him a ticket from the envelope.

"We're sitting on the Green Monster," Luke declared.

Lorelai noticed Luke's enthusiasm toward the Red Sox, and the whole idea of going to a game. It was nice that he was happy. That was Lorelai's main goal. "So, Luke, you really love those Red Sox, huh?" she asked, sipping the last few drops of her coffee.

Luke shrugged. "Well, it's something that's been a family tradition for a long time," he said. "I got it from my dad."

Lorelai smiled. "That's so nice. Did you two ever go to a game or anything like that?"

Luke headed toward the stairs of his apartment. "Come on upstairs. I have some stuff to show you."

Lorelai was extremely confused. She knew Luke was a Red Sox fan, but apparently it ran deeper than that. It was something that meant a lot to Luke, and his dad. The Red Sox were a part of Luke, and Lorelai was very rarely educated on Luke, his past, and his loves in life. She grabbed the basket and followed closely behind, finding herself wanting to learn more about the game that she previously had no interest in.