Today, day 2 of my travels took us to Fenway Park in Boston for the Red Sox vs the Baltimore Orioles. My perspective is of one who is not into major league sports, and who has been to a single other MLB game as a young boy. As with yesterday, I traveled with my wife, my 6 week old son, and two seniors.
Finding the parking lot was slightly problematic as we’re not familiar with the area and the parking location we selected was underground, underneath the huge and beautiful reflection pool of the Christian Science Center, where people were hand feeding a pair of ducks, several persons walked dogs and a gentleman sailed a remote control boat.
Traveling from there to Fenway took a matter of minutes as pedestrian egress appears to be well established in Boston, complete with bicycle lanes. Entrance into the park was relatively simple: get in line, place metal objects in the tray, place your bag, purse, etc onto the scanner and be on your way. Our seats were adjacent to the first base line under a covered mezzanine.
As you can probably guess from the picture above, we were in the shade for the duration of the game, approximately 3.5 hours. With temperatures in the sun topping out at 50 degrees, I’d guess it was in the 40’s in the shade, not counting wind. If we hadn’t brought jackets just in case, we definitely would have been sucking.
The entirety of the game day was as American as Apple pie, and everything I remembered it was with a splash of the modern: surprisingly comfortable old style wooden bleacher chairs to sit in, the smell of hot dogs and popcorn from the aisle traversing vendors, and the person operated scoreboard on the green wall.
Above and beyond, flat screen monitors and enormous LED sign screens along side the Jumbotron displayed game and player statistics, instant replays, as well as tributes to local Massachusians, the color guard/singing of the national anthem, and wounded warriors set to run in the Boston Marathon tomorrow. As someone who is easily distracted by TV’s, I expected the displays to take away from the game: instead they complimented the game unfolding before us quite nicely. Home players approached the plate to bat accompanied by theme music, adding a cool vibe to the feel of the overall game.
The three and a half hours progressed nicely, again surpassing my expectations and pushing on my fun buttons. Innings of course, are three outs long for each team which we all know can vary, while the intermissions between were timed between two to three minutes. Seventh inning stretch called for the singing of “The Old Ball Game.” The end of the game came rather fast as fellow spectators, sure of the Red Sox defeat, left the stadium to get a jump on traffic.
Again, as a self proclaimed non-sports-type of guy, I had a blast, and preparedness between my wife and I really saved the day from being a cold miserable experience. From the very beginning, I couldn’t help picking a team, hoping for a win, and just having a good time win or lose.