Sarah, who's just getting used to the commute to Boston, got her first go-round of convention commuting yesterday.  For those of us living up here, we have to take the train to Lynn, get a shuttle bus to the Wonderland T stop in Revere, and then take the subway.  Her report from day one was that getting in was pretty easy (outside of having to get in for a this week only 7 am start time), but getting out was a little more hectic.  She did note that there was an abundance of signage and helpful people, and that there were snacks provided.

She also got a boosterish pack of stuff touting Lynn, though it'd take more than a stress ball and a pen to get me to move there.

As for the convention itself, I don't expect that I'll watch too much of it.  After growing up reading about conventions that took 30+ votes to name a candidate, or where delegations were involving in seating crises, the current stage-managed excuse to party for a week doesn't do much for me. 

Of greater interest is the resurgence of the Red Sox, who are showing some signs of life.  How funny would it be if A-Rod, through his part in the brawl, got the Sox back on track?