“Fenway is the essence of baseball”

Bundle up if you’re going to Fenway for the home opener. It is really cold. Right now it’s only 35˚. That sounds like football weather to me. I’ll watch the game, of course, but I will be sitting in a warm house with my friends. I’ll be wearing my Red Sox garb while I cheer on the boys of summer.

Baseball has always been my favorite sport. I think that comes from how easy it is to understand: even the complexities are easy. Texas leaguer, infield fly rule, defensive indifference, hitting for the cycle, I know all of those.

When I was a kid, I used to go to the town’s little league field to watch the games. I’d sit on the hill and cheer on the boys who were my classmates. My brother was on a farm team, and I’d sometimes go to his practices. Once the team was short a man so the coach invited me to play. I was really excited. I’d been playing softball but never baseball. They put me in the outfield. I caught the only ball which reached me. I even got to bat. I hit a double, a stand-up double and knocked in a run. The coach clapped. He said too bad I wasn’t a boy.

My den has lots of Red Sox stuff. My favorite is the brick my friends gave me. Another one just like it is on the floor of the concourse at Fenway. The brick says Kathleen Ryan, Peace Corps Ghana, 1969-1971. If you go to Fenway, check out the Monbouquette area and find my brick. The bobble heads of Jerry Remy and Don Orsillo remind me how how much I miss Don calling the games with Remy. They were wonderful and funny. They broke each other up all the time. Maybe that’s why Don was unceremoniously fired. I didn’t even know the name of the current play by play guy though this is his third season. I had to look it up. I miss the fun.

My favorite Fenway story was when I was a senior in high school. My friends and I went to an afternoon game, far more common back then. There was a bunch of guys beside us. They were swearing the whole time, not your innocent hell or damns but the big ones. I found their language offensive and asked them to stop. They didn’t. I asked again. They still didn’t, and one guy swore right at me. I have no idea what possessed me, but I punched him in the face. Everyone around us stopped still and just looked at the both of us but mostly me. I was shocked at what I’d done and afraid he’d was going to punch me, but he didn’t. He stopped swearing and even offered me popcorn and peanuts. I thanked him and we all went back to watching and enjoying the game. I don’t remember if the Sox won, but I’ll never forget that punch.

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8 Comments on ““Fenway is the essence of baseball””

  1. olof1 Says:

    🙂 🙂 Who wouldn’t have remembered a punch like that 🙂 🙂

    Warm but rainy here today and enough with rain to make us stay at home and not take a walk when I came home from work.

    It is too bad that Baseball is such a small sport over here and the nearest park is so far away that it is no use in going there unless the game is on a weekend. We played it in high school and I was rather good in hitting the ball but useless in throwing it 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I was just so shocked that I did that. It is just not me, but it did work. I think the guy was as surprised as I was.

      The wind is what made it feel so cold today, but it has since disappeared. We’re having rain again tomorrow. We have had such a wet spring that I’m just tired of it.

      Baseball is big here and in some countries in Asia. Taiwan has won the Little League World Series so they have a long history of baseball.

      Have a great day!!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Wrong type of football 😉

    Cold rainy 45°F today, but nice sunny 70°F this weekend. Spring will come and I will enjoy the sun in Munich for a few days when not singing or attending concerts 🙂
    Our biannual Barbershop music festival and championships takes place again.

    Enjoy the game and have a great time with your friends!

    • katry Says:

      I figure the wrong sort of baseball is relative!

      I’d love a day in the 70’s. We haven’t even been close.

      It was a great game and our boys won in extra innings.

  3. Nothing like catching a Sox game at fenway! One of my favorite places in the world

    • katry Says:

      Today was so cold I would have passed up the game. I once saw the Sox play in Cleveland on a frosty April night. It was so cold I spent a whole lot of time sitting on the radiator in the bathroom. I think it took days for my fingers to defrost.

      I love Fenway. I remember my first game was at night. I got there early for batting practice. I even got a ball. I’ll never forgot how the grass looked and how bright the lights were. I still think it was magical.

  4. Denise Says:

    Yah for the punch! The Red Sox are my favorite team and I never lived in the northeast. It is solely because of Carl Yastrzemski. When I was a kid I fell in love with his name. Loved Big Poppy! I even hate the Yankees!! Denise

    • katry Says:

      I remember when you could get a prime seat on the day of the game. Carl Yastrzemski was the real deal. He could do it all. An album came out about the dream team of 1967. One chorus line was Carl Yastrzemski repeated. I still remember that.

      Damn Yankees!

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