And now I take you to the oldest of the shrines in America, the home of the Boston Red Sox, Fenway Park.
Fenway park opened in 1912. It is located in an old neighborhood called the Fenway. It shows it’s age. It is still a beloved place to see a game. Whenever there is a rumor that it will be torn down and replaced by a “cookie cutter” modern park, the people of Boston rise up like it is 1776.
I used to go to a lot of games there when I worked in Cambridge. My company had season tickets, and I was the only baseball fan. The seats were in a much better section than where I sat on the tour. Our seats were in what is called the grandstand. I think these were the most uncomfortable seats I have ever had in any ballpark. They had no cupholders and were so close together that my knees knocked the fan in front of me. When you go, it does not matter how many Sam Adams ales you have had at the Cask and Flagon, you need to pay for better seats!
Something new since my days in Cambridge is all the “craft beers” for sale. Something the same is that the vendors outside the park still have the best peanuts and Italian sausages.
Broach Baseball tours treated us to a tour of the Fenway which included a trip to the Monster seats recently added to the venue. They are a big attraction and sell out for every game.
The tour also took us to many off the beat places in the park. In one we met an old character who has worked in fan hospitality for a very long time. He showed off his championship rings.
And now, for the most unforgettable single event of my summer. Our tour guide mentioned that the Red Sox had played in the first ever World Series. I finished his sentence by saying “Yup, against the Pittsburgh Pirates. My grandfather was on that team.” He was hesitatingly impressed. He asked me his name. Then he said he had a special treat for me later in the tour.
When you go to Fenway, do NOT bring a bag. If you do, you will have to stand in a long line to be inspected, worse than TSA. They are still reeling from the Boston Marathon bombing. We also found the staff to be aloof, and forgetful that we were the customer. My wife told one “You people do not even smile at the fans and not one of you have said ‘welcome to Fenway'”. He smiled and said “welcome to Fenway” She felt better.
Although the Sox got beat soundly, most the crowd stayed for the Boston tradition of singing Neil Diamond’s Sweet Caroline. It has become the signature song of the Red Sox.
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