It was supposed to be an autumnal day and evening in Boston; perfect weather for a baseball game. So there I am in a 3/4 sleeve black tee and black jeans, carrying a jeans jacket, no less, and it is hot. And it is humid. And my hair is freakishly frizzy and my face is shine shiny. Would I let that deter me from having a marvelous time with Michael at Fenway Park? Heck no! Bring on the fun!
As we left the T (subway) with the throngs of other game goers, I spotted the Hotel Buckminster and once around the corner the E entrance to Fenway:
The smell of yummy sausages, onions, big soft pretzels, peanuts and cotton candy wafted toward me, calling my name. But it was the $7.00 cups o’ Budweiser that got my attention and whose venders got my (and Michael’s on my behalf) money:
And here’s my first view of the park, game already in progress (sadly, due to yours truly, we were a bit late, but Michael was wonderful about that):
And here’s the famous Green Monster (Monstah):
Yep, that’s the very wall over which Mike Lowell hit the homerun that won the day and game in the 9th inning. It was SOOOOO exciting!! The crowd went wild.
Okay, I went a bit wild, too. Michael was so sweet, smiling indulgently at me as I whooped and hollered and danced little jigs and had to occasionally lean in and ask why I was so excited and clapping and screaming.
Well, you do get swept up in the moment, don’t you? It’s so easy to lose track of what’s going on in the game.
Not only was he wonderful about all that, but he also taught me some fun facts, and I just love learning things. I’d been to games before at Fenway, but I didn’t recall the sweeper people who come out in their red shirts and sort of rake the brown running area (I’m sure there’s some term for it, but . . . shrug). And did you know that those numbers posted at the back are all of retired numbers of former players? The red ones are Sox players, and the blue one is Jackie Robinson‘s, a number that no baseball player will wear ever again. Neat, huh?
And there’s a big yellow “foul pole” that a bunch of people have signed; it’s called “Pesky’s Pole” and that cute guy made sure that Michael didn’t get to sign it. Bad cute guy.
Here’s a shot of the cotton candy vender guy who runs up and down the rows and throws it at the people who buy it. Oh, and there’s some game in the shot, too:
At one point, I got this idea that I would take pics of the board where they show the guy who’s at bat along with his stats (and stuff, I guess) and then take a pic of the actual player at bat. That worked well for Coco Crisp:
But for some reason the other ones didn’t come out. Oh well. Can’t have it all.
Then a good way through the game, the part I’d been waiting for finally happened. The wave. It’s soooooo great, and I remembered it from the last game I’d been to and was so excited!!
So excited (and on $7.00 cup o’ beer number 2) that I forgot I had the camera in my hand when the wave finally got to me:
Shortly after this and I think just after the 7 inning stretch (i.e. $7.00 cup o’ beer the third, and alas last), the most fabulous fun thing EVAH happened. And I so didn’t remember this from the other games I’d been to, but oh, the karaoke fun!! Suddenly, the whole park was singing along to Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline“; it was amazing. The board was showing the lyrics in true karaoke fashion and I sung along (okay, I kind of screeched out of tune) with the rest of the crowd.
I didn’t take that vid (I found it on youtube), but it was just like that. Well, pretty much. And for your comparing pleasure, here’s Neil Diamond:
It was such fun! And bestest of all, was that the Red Sox won!! Then the park cleared, though it seemed at first that no one wanted to leave:
Here’s the best part of the Park (after the beer and cotton candy venders, I mean):
Then, as we left and were walking along back to the T, I spotted a big statue of some baseball perv putting a cap on a little kid, and I nudged Michael and asked him who that was. It was Ted Williams, and he’s not a perv at all, wasn’t ever. In fact, he’s dead now. And frozen solid. Seriously, I wrote about in Take Me Out to the Ball Game (I also blogged about the very yummy Johnny Damon).
Oh, and I forgot to mention that the Sox played the Tampa Devil Rays. And won. Yeah, I know I mentioned that last part a couple times. But Yay!