Lost @ Kenmore

My dad invited me to a Red Sox game last week, the first ever. He's more of a Sox fan, and I'm more of a Boston fan. Anyway, I arrived at Kenmore Square at about quarter-to-seven, and I barely recognized the place. First of all, 99 percent of all the times I'm been to Kenmore Square have been long after the sun had descended. Also, with all the renovation since in the last few years, I didn't know if I was coming or going.