“As I grew up, I knew that as a building (Fenway Park) was on the level of Mount Olympus, the Pyramid at Giza, the nation’s capitol, the czar’s Winter Palace, and the Louvre — except, of course, that is better than all those inconsequential places.”
My friends and I had the best day yesterday at Fenway Park. It was filled with people wandering all over taking pictures, touching revered parts of the park and watching current Sox on the field and in the bull pen. All of us patiently waited in lines to see parts of Fenway usually off-limits, and most everyone wore something which proclaimed their allegiance to our home team. We touched the manually operated scoreboard on the green monster, watched Dice-K throwing and Bard and Buckholtz warming up. We saw Bobby Valentine, the new manager. All three of us sat on the little bench in the Sox dugout where Tito used to spend most games and went up in the elevator with Wally who was only to glad to have his picture taken. We found my brick in the Bill Monbouquette section by Gate B and sat in the pavilion seats with the best views of the park. We also sat for a while in the press box once filled with typewriters but now loaded with USB ports. This afternoon we will be glued to the TV to watch all the 100th birthday festivities starting with an entire park toast to Fenway, a toast hoping to make the Guinness Book of World Records. 100 years ago John Francis “Honey Fitz” Fitzgerald, JFK’s grandfather, threw out the first pitch and the NY Highlanders lost. We’re hoping the final score will reflect that historic game.
I went out earlier as Gracie was barking, and I wanted to find out why. She was trying to jump the 6 foot fence around the yard to get at the loose dog on the other side. Twice she got her front paws on the top but couldn’t pull the rest of her over. I went down, grabbed her collar and brought her in the house. Her exertions were exhausting and Gracie is taking her morning nap.
Today is sunny but chilly, a typical spring day on Cape Cod. When we drove to Boston yesterday, the closer we got to the city, the fuller the trees were and some were already leafy. Cherry trees were in blossom. Our trees have small buds.
Gracie gets a trip to the dump today.
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April 20, 2012 at 11:59 am
i thought Saturday was dumpday…wont this confuse Gracie?
April 20, 2012 at 1:54 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I had to go today as one bag of kitty litter was from last week, and I added one today with the trash so off we went. She was quite happy with her head out the window as we went from recycle bins to trash bins.
I guess it was a gift as she was inside so much of yesterday.
April 20, 2012 at 2:05 pm
Saturday is pressure up day from Maggie. She will harrass me until I roll the car out. Probably a trip to Krogers and then back home.
Tomorrow, weather willing, is the first biking outing of the season with Big Rick. I dont see him during the hibernation months. “How are you” ? says I, “Terrible” says he “Been sitting in the car and eating”
So tomorrow Stoney Creek Metro Park will see the two old guys, one a bit heavy and the other with a crap leg, going slowly around the lake
April 20, 2012 at 1:07 pm
Nice ! But beware of the monster !
April 20, 2012 at 1:55 pm
Thanks, Mario
I am especially a-feared of green monsters!
April 20, 2012 at 2:05 pm
I was up to watch Morning Joe and it was a great show for Fenway’s 100th. I’ll see if we get the game down here. I’m off for the weekend.
April 20, 2012 at 5:12 pm
Z&Me,
I only saw the last 45 minutes of Morning Joe, and it was fun to watch. Fenway looked great behind them.
Have a great weekend!
April 20, 2012 at 3:43 pm
We would have had a typical autumn day today if it wasn’t for the birds singing. Spring sprung and then it died 🙂 But they say we’ll get up to 72 next week.
I wish we could have days like the one You had yesterday over here too. For a reason I just don’t understand there’s so much violence connected amongst the audience in most sports here that I’m not sure I would dare go to something like that.
It has become better though, now days these idiots usually meet up some distance from the arena during or after the match to have their fights, but not always I’m afraid.
Have a great day!
Christer.
April 20, 2012 at 5:16 pm
Christer,
Spring on Cape Cod is always cold-most times we’d barely call it spring. We just jump right into summer.
I can’t think of a time the audience at a sporting event here got violent. In hockey the players always fight but never the audience, and I have seen a few bench clearing brawls in baseball, but the saidience enjoys watching, not taking part.
Enjoy your evening!
April 20, 2012 at 5:17 pm
My Dear Hedley,
Just be careful and take it easy tomorrow-both of you!
April 20, 2012 at 6:30 pm
Hey Kat!
How wonderful that you got to tour that lovely ballyard! I am more than a bit jealous!
Coleen
April 20, 2012 at 7:33 pm
Coleen,
As my friends and I were watching today’s game, we said things like, “There’s where I touched the green monster. That’s the seat where we sat in the dugout.” It was so very cool, and we got to ride up in the elevator with Wally!