There’s absolutely nothing going on, the Hot Stove Season is officially boring me. I really hope that this is just a “calm before the storm” and that starting in December, the Hot Stove Season will start heating up. There’s not much more to write about… most of us have already talked about Peavy, Sabathia, Texieira, Burnett and Varitek numerous times. So, I’ve decided to share with you my feelings the first time I walked into Fenway Park.
It was July 12, 2007, so it had been forever since I had last been in Boston, and I had only heard stories about Fenway Park, and seen it on TV while watching the games. I was staying with my friend and her uncle shares season tickets with one of his clients, so my friend and I were able to go to a game. I was so excited, I had to get there as soon as possible, so I forced my friend to take me before the gates even opened so we could see batting practice. Seeing Yawkey Way for the first time was absolutely incredible, I took pictures of absolutely everything (which I’d gladly share, they’re just much too big to put in here). I was absolutely ecstatic, to say the least, and everyone around us let us go ahead when they found out that it was my first time at Fenway Park (people at baseball games are honestly the nicest people in the world). It didn’t take us long to get to our section, but I had to savor the “tunnel experience”. I remember walking up slowly, only being able to see the blue of the sky at first. When I got to the top, my mouth fell open. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, the beautiful orange sand, the brilliant green grass, and of course, the gigantic green monster. I even teared up a little bit. My friend led us to our seats, and I was amazed at how incredible ours seats were– seven rows behind the batters box. Everyone around us was so nice, and hearing the roar of the crowd when the Red Sox took the field was exhilirating. Tim Wakefield pitched, and the Sox won. Whenever the Red Sox would be batting, my friend and I would scream at all the batters, and get them to turn around and wave at us. I choked up a little bit when Dustin turned around, because he was the first one to do so. Mike Lowell tried to throw us a ball, but a man in front of us intercepted it (but it was okay because he gave it to his kid), and Jason Varitek also waved. One of my favorite parts was between the eighth innings, when absolutely everybody got up and started singing Sweet Caroline at the top of their lungs. My friend and I moved down to the second row after a family had left. Then, in the bottom of the eighth, when Manny and Papi came out both of them waved at us! Jonathan Paplebon came to close out the ninth, and I just thought that it was the coolest thing to see his intimidating face live. Vernon Wells was one of the last batters, and everyone in our section started chanting his name (in a mocking fashion). After the game, Dirty Water played, and we walked out on to Yawkey Way. Walking into Fenway for the first time was one of the best experiences of my life, and I will never forget it.