Lorelai and Luke got off the plane and stood at the baggage claim, waiting for their luggage. Lorelai could tell that Luke was getting impatient, and it was really amusing her.

"Oh, little suitcase! Come here, suitcase!" Lorelai called.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Lorelai, are you aware that people will think you escaped from the institution?"

Lorelai shrugged. "Hey, we're in an airport, there are some really strange people that are in airports. Besides, we'll never see these people again."

"Remind me again why they got us plane tickets for a two hour trip?" Luke asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Lorelai shrugged. "I don't know, maybe because I won this at a DAR event, and they're all snobby rich people who can't take a two hour long drive? It's humanly impossible for them to stoop so low."

"That explains a lot of this trip. The DAR women planned it all. I'm surprised Emily didn't beg you to go on this trip with her, not with me," Luke added, grabbing his suitcase.

Lorelai turned to Luke. "Remind me again why I wouldn't take the biggest Red Sox fan I know to a big game?"

Luke shrugged. "I don't know, I just thought…"

"Luke, come on, just let loose and have a little fun, okay? Enjoy yourself and stop feeling guilty about who I could have brought. I chose you for a reason, okay?" Lorelai said.

"Why did you choose me?"

Lorelai paused, staring at Luke as if he was speaking a foreign language. She thought for a moment, trying to come up with the best reason why she invited Luke. "Ah, well, you know, because you're my friend, and you were the first person I thought of when I won this basket. That's the way it was supposed to be. The baseball gods were willing it to be true. And I thought I'd do something nice for someone who's done a lot of nice things for me," she finally said.

"I'm not the Superman you make me out to be," Luke said dryly.

"You don't have the giant "S" on your chest, but… you're like Clark Kent in flannel, let's say. Is there a superhero that doesn't flaunt his abilities? I'm really bad with comics and stuff. I just never read them, and I'm babbling. Anyway, you've been my version of Superman, or any other superhero you wish to be known as. You've done a lot for me, and you deserve a little recognition," Lorelai said with a sigh. "So thank you, Luke. And you better have some fun while we're here, and I better see a smile, because you know that you're going to have to smile eventually…"

"I promise. I'll have fun. I mean, you're going to make me have fun if I don't, anyway… and you're the only person I know who really knows how to make someone have fun. You'd think it was impossible to force someone to feel a certain way, but not for you," he said as he grabbed Lorelai's suitcase

After they found their luggage, they headed toward the hotel. As they stepped outside, Lorelai Gilmore became a whole new person. She took a deep breath of Boston air, cleared her throat, and Luke knew to brace himself.

"I wonder where they pahked our cah… the sheet said we were gonna have a cah to take us to the pahk…" she said with a Boston accent.

"Lorelai, what are you doing?" Luke hissed.

"I'm wondering where they pahked our cah. Maybe they pahked it in Hahvahd Yahd," she said, giggling.

"Lorelai, stop with the accent, no one's going to believe it, all right?"

"Aw, Luke! Come on, this is gonna be wicked awesome! You love my accent, and you know it!" Lorelai insisted.

Luke sighed. "I refuse to talk with a Boston accent. I speak the way I speak, and that's the way it was meant to be," he said. "Now we have to find the car, with an "r" attached to the end, and get to the hotel," Luke insisted, leading the way.

Lorelai giggled as she followed him. Her mind was racing with different thoughts of Luke at the Red Sox game. Would he wear a Red Sox T-shirt? Would he know "Sweet Caroline", because if he didn't, Lorelai wasted an entire four hours learning that song. Would he express interest in a particular player? Would he get mad at her if she said some choice words to Johnny Damon? As they finally found their car and were driven to the hotel, Lorelai continued to imagine what the baseball game would be like. She found herself getting excited over the next few days… even though she still hated baseball… a lot. Well, maybe not with such a passion as she did before.

When they got to the hotel room, Lorelai immediately opened up her suitcase, put all of her things in a drawer, and found the pink Red Sox jersey that came in the basket. She threw it on over her tank top, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and put on the new Red Sox hat she had gotten herself to match the jersey.

Luke came back upstairs from checking in and seemed surprised when he found Lorelai wearing Red Sox attire. "Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" he asked, putting the room key on the dresser.

Lorelai nodded. "I'm now a Red Sox fan, Luke! Aren't you proud of me?"

"I'm surprised, yet I really shouldn't be," he grunted, opening his suitcase. "You fit in easily."

Lorelai smiled. "I'm the lovable Fenway chameleon," she said. "I'm going to go grab some touristy stuff from the lobby, and we can look at that to figure out what to do in between the tour and the game. You have my cell number if you need it," she chirped as she made her way outside.

Lorelai did what she said she would, and grabbed maps, brochures, and menus for Luke to say no to. It was worth a shot. She wandered around until she found a shop with Red Sox attire in it. She walked in, spotting a T-shirt Luke would love. "Yankees Suck," it read. Lorelai grabbed the T-shirt and continued to shop. At least he'd wear it under his flannel, unless Lorelai got him to wear a jersey.

Then, she saw the hat. It was THE hat, the hat that Luke was destined to wear. She grabbed that, too. She spotted a Red Sox teddy bear Rory couldn't resist, and several other miscellaneous Red Sox items for herself. She couldn't fight the urge to have a Red Sox necklace, or Red Sox pajamas… or that cute Red Sox sweatshirt.

Bags in hand, she made her way back to the hotel room. "I come bearing gifts," she declared, putting the bags on the bed next to Luke. "These are for you."

Luke turned off the television. "Lorelai, you didn't need to get me anything. I'm fine," he said.

Lorelai shook her head. "You won't be fine until you wear… this!" she said, pulling out the T-shirt.

Luke stared at the T-shirt for a moment before accepting it from Lorelai. "I know my feelings toward the New York Yankees, but I guess the shirt will allow everyone to know."

Lorelai laughed. "Yeah, and you can wear it under your flannel if you want, or if you want to get really crazy, you can make Taylor so mad when you get back by wearing it around town, see what he does."

"I'll keep that in mind," Luke teased. He watched as Lorelai sorted out all the items she bought.

"Oh, yeah, and I have one more thing for you, too. I know it's not as good as your other one, but I thought you might like something to wear around here, you know, so you feel like you're outwardly supporting your team," Lorelai said, pulling the hat out of the bag.

Lorelai watched as Luke took the hat and inspected it. "You don't have to wear it if you won't want to, I just figured you might like it. I mean, I think it would look nice on you… and… yeah, I'll stop babbling now."

Luke removed his signature blue hat and placed the Red Sox hat, backwards, on his head. It looked as if it belonged, but then again it was a little odd not seeing him with his blue hat. "A little change is good once in awhile, I guess," he said. "Thanks, Lorelai."

Lorelai smiled. "You're welcome." Her mission was accomplished. She had gotten Luke to wear the Red Sox hat, and possibly the T-shirt. Now, her next project was to get Luke to have a Fenway Frank at the game the next day.

"Is the game on?" she casually asked. She was really wondering how Luke was when he watched the game.

"Yeah, it's on. There's no score yet, though. It's only the bottom of the first inning," he replied.

Lorelai nodded. "Want me to call room service and get you a beer?" she asked.

Luke shook his head. "Nah, we'll be paying enough for beer tomorrow at the park," he replied. "But you can get something to eat if you want… and I found the coffee pot, so if you want coffee, let me know."

Lorelai moved the things she had placed next to Luke. She sat next to him on the bed and leaned her back against the wall. "So this Ortiz guy is supposed to be good, right?" she asked.

Luke nodded. "Yeah, he is. We got him at a steal last year. Nobody wanted him, and everyone here was clueless as to who he was before last season. He wasn't even a starter until the Red Sox made some trades. Epstein's a great General Manager, he knows what he's doing."

Lorelai smiled. "You like Theo? He was the editor of the Yale Daily News. Smart guy," she said.

"Yeah, he's a smart guy," Luke said.

That was the first time Lorelai watched the game long enough to tell someone the score. After the game was over, she changed into her Red Sox pajamas and got under the covers. She was glad there were two beds, because it would be slightly awkward trying to figure out the sleeping situation with one. After closing her eyes and trying to sleep, Lorelai suddenly had a thought in her head.

"Luke?" she asked sleepily.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Are you excited about tomorrow? I mean, you get to walk on the field, you know."

Luke paused for a moment. "It's going to be really interesting," he said.

"So you're not going to kiss the ground and do a dance or anything like that?"

"Nope. I'm not one to worship the dirt on the outfield warning track."

"Yeah, that does seem a little… odd, now that you mention it," she giggled.

"Good night, Lorelai," Luke said, turning over.

"Night, Luke," she said.

She knew Luke was looking for ward to the next day's events, but she knew Luke had no idea how excited she was.