Travis Fryman’s dream had come true.
He found himself in the visitor’s clubhouse at Fenway Park–covered with ketchup, mustard, and every other condiment that could be rustled up from Fenway concession stands.
Some wise guy had come up with two eggs that were added to the mix, along with some Coke and cold coffee. Yellow ooze was dripping from Fryman’s hair and into his eyebrows.
This was the fulfillment of a dream?
By Gwen Diaz
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