Boston is a really amazing city and everything but when I first started planning this trip? The first (and pretty much only) thing I thought was: Fenway. So yesterday I braved the blistering heat in the city and took a stadium tour in the afternoon. I could feel the ghost of Theo Epstein everywhere, but other than that, it was loads of fun. Our tour guide was named Owen and he was very funny and eerily Red Sox knowledgeable. Other than all the Yankee hating and pesky sunshine, says the San Francisco girl, I had a blast.
I was so excited to be at Fenway that I blinked. Ah, well. Also, yes, you are seeing that right. I wore borderline pinstripes. Sometimes my brain ceases to work, I admit it.
It really surpassed my expectations, actually. What people always say about the old stadiums is that while they are interesting, they’re a bit dinky. Fenway was not at all dinky, from what I saw. It feels very small and intimate and I love the way it’s nestled right in the center of the city. From the higher parts (read: Green Monster. Oh yes. I sat on the Green Monster. More on that later.) you can see the whole city skyline in a way that you can’t at stadiums that are more on the outskirts, like AT&T. I adore AT&T, but this had a whole different energy.
We also sat in seats from the 30s – yes, the very seats that had been there since the 30s – and while they were beastly uncomfortable, the history was pretty much worth it. I love getting a peak into what baseball stadiums might have been like a good long while ago and here, it’s incorporated into the actual experience, rather than just being museum-like.
They said they haven’t replaced partially because they, well, don’t want to and partially because now seats have gotten bigger and they’d lose about 3000 seats if they put in modern ones. Since the stadium already seats only 38,00o or so, that’d be a big loss. Of revenue. But they didn’t say that. They put it more sweetly.
Our guide showed us the Mickey Mouse Red Sox statue, too, and how it’s all bandaged up. I didn’t remember this, but apparently it was vandalized/accidentially banged up on a trip of Anaheim for the All Star Game and since the Red Sox were also pretty banged up that year – I do remember that - they decided to leave a cast on the statue. Which made me smile, although it’s a little bit terrible. Also, the whole hallway full of every issue of Sports Illustrated that’s ever featured a Red Sox player on the cover? Lots of fun.
I can’t say I side with Boston in the whole Boston-New York thing, but they’re definitely growing on me. The view from the Green Monster is also pretty much the greatest thing ev-ah.
Also so excited to be on the Green Monster that I began to blink. AKA, this was a bad day in photos of me.
Afterwards, we went a sports bar which was nice aside from the fact that they were playing some sports network that had a running banner on the bottom that showed, oh, one stat over and over and over. Which stat, you ask? Tim Lincecum’s road ERA, I hiss. I burrowed into my food and tried to watch soccer on the other TV. Didn’t work all that well. I do not get soccer. And on the other other TV they kept replaying LeBron with confetti and things which was also, of course, off limits. (Go Nets and mostly Mikhail Prokhorov, I say.) This, my friends, is why I avoid sports bars.
That evening, then, Lincecum did something pretty interesting. After a horrible first inning, he cleaned up his act and tossed his third quality start of the season. I slept through it, ’cause that’s what I do over here, but I have a cautiously good feeling about him. Did something click? Maybe. Maybe not. The best we can do is cross our fingers and beat them A’s again tonight. Okay? Okay.
p.s. Two more things! I’m heading off to another New England City That Shall Remain Nameless tomorrow and again, computer access will be spotty. So I may be in and out tomorrow and for the coming week. Back in full force next weekend. And yes, I saw the One Red Seat. Which, as a newly licensed Red Sox Trivia Lady, I can tell you signifies the longest home run ever hit at Fenway. In case there was any doubt, I can confirm that that homer was indeed… long. Very. Very.