06/07/08 - Boston Red Sox - Fenway Park
There is no greater venue to watch a sporting event than Fenway Park. As soon as you get within a block of the park, you begin to sense the almost fair-like atmosphere. A sea of people clad in red clothes turns what are normally passable streets into congested pedestrian walkways. The smoke from the food vendors - both outside the gates and on Yawkey Way - billows into the sky giving everything the smell of finely seasoned meat-on-a-stick. Once you get through the gauntlet of people and food, you get to enter a place where baseball fans have been watching games since it opened on April 20, 1912. To put it's age in perspective, that's the same day that the Titanic sunk. The underbelly of the stadium is barely large enough to allow the constant sellout crowds to pass through. And the seats are... well, you can see for yourself what a little age and the winters of the Northeast can do.
While at first glance these could be seen as signs that a new ballpark is needed, the common view (and the correct one) is that baseball will have a home here as long as baseball exists. Recent renovations have added luxury seats on the many rooftops as well as on top of the Green Monster, the 37 foot high wall in left field. Even with its age and limited room for expansion, the sense of history that you feel just walking through the tunnel makes it an unforgettable experience. Just think, someone born during the Civil War watched Cy Young and Babe Ruth play here. Then again, in 1912 the average yearly household income was $1,033 and today that will get you 2 Green Monster seats and a beer. Isn't inflation great?
It was my second time to Fenway and no trip for me is complete without a stop beforehand at the Cask'n Flagon and a meal afterwards at the Boston Beer Works. Both are located within a block of the park and while the Cask is great for a little pre-game warmup, the Boston Beer Works and their unique Bluebeery microbrew is the perfect post-game relief pitcher (there are blueberries floating in the beer - a little unsettling at first but delicious). And they have deep-fried pickles!
The Sox (or Sawks as the local say) beat the Mariners 11-3 on this muggy, 95 degree day. It was so hot that when a guy a few rows back tried to hit the beach ball that was floating around, his wedding ring flew off and landed right in the lap of Mrs. Mascot Hunter. You should have seen his face, just staring down at his bare hand trying to figure out how to explain it to his wife. Needless to say he was quite relieved to see what we had caught. As for Wally (he's a Green Monster, like the wall), he isn't as accessible as some of the other mascots so when we saw him walking around the stands in the 7th inning, we went for him. He must have seen us coming because he took off down the section, through the tunnel and into the clogged underbelly of the stadium. We chased him for about 200 yards until he got to the back stairs and began climbing. At this point the little kids pursuing him had fallen off (quitters) and it was just us and Wally climbing onto and across the roof of Fenway. Maybe it was my wife's cries of "Wally, no", a reference to his SportsCenter commercial. Maybe he could hear me gasping for air, a pathetic admission that a few years since college and one too many meats-on-a-stick makes me unable to close ground on a guy in a giant costume on a 90+ degree day. Whatever it was, Wally stopped and posed for our picture just before he disappeared for good into the luxury suites. Best of all, we got back to our seats just in time for the great Fenway Park tradition of singing "Sweet Caroline" in the middle of the eighth inning.
Good times never seemed so good.
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