Many thanks to Deirdre Byrne for inviting me to the Red Sox/Tampa Bay game last night (and many thanks to her boss for giving her his tickets)! The rain held out, it wasn’t too cold, the seats were great, and I am now a proud owner of a Fenway Park souvenir cup, which holds about 18 gallons of soda .
As you know, I’m a native New Yorker, and I pride myself on being a Yankees fan. But you can’t deny there is something special about going to a baseball game at Fenway Park. While going to Yankee Stadium is an event of epic proportions, going to a Red Sox game is like walking down to the neighborhood ballpark to play catch with your friends. I use to live in the shadow of Fenway Park, and I sometimes would walk over there for no reason. The place just feels like its own little village, trapped in some faraway time.
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