Hey, how about, sometimes I like being eleven years old

Ben:

[confession time]
The thing is, uh, I am a Red Sox fan. Lindsey Meeks:
Yeah? Ben:
No, I'm like a big, big Red Sox fan. Lindsey Meeks:
I know. I mean, I've been to your apartment, seen the Red Sox dish towels and glasses and the Yankee toilet paper. It's like you live in a gift shop. Ben:
It's worse. See, when I was a kid, I moved here from New Jersey, and I didn't have any friends or anything. So my uncle Carl started taking me to Fenway Park. And I just, I got lost in the game. I mean, the ballpark, and the people, the colors, sounds, smells. And then he got cancer and he died, and he left me his season tickets. And it's a passion. I mean, it's a very, very big part of my life. And it's been a problem with me and women. Lindsey Meeks:
Ah. Aaah. I know those women. The 'pay attention to me' and 'why aren't you talking to me?' Ben:
Yeah, exactly. Lindsey Meeks:
God, those women are so pathetic. Ben:
Yeah. It's like, 'What are you getting so worked up for? I mean, you're not even doing it, you're watching it.' [They laugh] Lindsey Meeks:
Yeah! Ben:
Hey, how about, sometimes I like being eleven years old