Anyone who has known me since childhood knows that I am an avid baseball fan, specifically a Boston Red Sox fan who cannot get enough of Fenway Park and our rivalry with the New York Yankees. I like seeing the Yankees lose as much as I like the Sox to win. It’s an intense season. I think I surprise many male fans with my knowledge of the game, as my Dad, who studied at MIT in Boston, made a point of bringing me to Fenway from as young as I remember. Only problem was my entire family were Yankees and I was the sole Red Sox, so many times we had to bring my Godmother along who was a resident of the Boston area and also a big fan.
Don’t ask me how it happened that I was a lone Red Sox fan in a family of Yankees. I think as a child they asked me to pick one and I did and I remember them booing and hissing. In the early days when we would go to the park and see the Red Sox play the Yankees, my Dad had to comb the stadium during batting practice to get Mickey Mantle to sign a ball for my sister or brother and so I made the dear man return to get me one signed by Ted Williams.
He was my hero all those years until he retired and I remember him hitting his last home run on his last at bats: # 521! I had newspaper clippings all over my bedroom door! No one since has ever been a .400 hitter! There is now a statue of him outside the park.
Fenway Park is the most unique park in the country.
For one thing it is the oldest park. Although generations have come and gone, Fenway park remains much like it did when it opened on April 20, 1912.
After Babe Ruth was sold to the Yankees, the Curse of the Bambino (as Ruth was nicknamed) followed the Red Sox for 86 years~ a feat they were not able to accomplish since 1918. Alas! In 2004, a World Series, which will go down in history, was finally back in Boston! How I yearned to be a witness to a World Series in Fenway Park. I had waited so long! Finally in 2013, my wonderful nephew Scot blessed me and his friend Ric with two tickets to the game!
With every pitch came a prayer. With every swing we held our breath. Finally in the 9th inning we knew that we were about to be CHAMPIONS again and that we would be witnesses!!!! The noise was thunderous and no one left their seats for what seemed forever.
Everyone was still trying to capture that last out in their mind that brought back the glory days!
I could not let a Father’s Day go by without buying a brick for Scot and me to be forever placed in the floors of old Fenway. Mike Murach’s painting has lit that spark in my heart again which reminds me that Spring training is almost over and those famous words “PLAY BALL” will soon be back at Fenway.