I spent a very pleasant 2 hours and 36 minutes of my Sunday afternoon among 37,606 people at Fenway Park, watching the Red Sox lose to the lowly Birds of Baltimore, 6-2.
Later, it occured to me that the fact that the Red Sox lost was lost in the midst of a wonderful experience at the old ballyard. The Monster Seats are terrific.
Six of us had first row seats in section ten, in left-center by the flagpole. There’s a ledge to put your beers, cameras and binoculars on, and best of all, you can stand if you want, and you’re not blocking anyone’s view.
Fenway was falling apart when the John Henry group bought the team. Would they have preferred a new park? Hell, yes. But Boston being Boston, this wasn’t going to happen, so they set about maximizing what they had inside and outside the friendly confines.
There’s plenty of room to move atop the old Green Monster, the facilities are just dandy, and they even have someone constantly collecting trash.
I do think a day at Fenway is too expensive for most fans, from parking to tickets to beers and dogs.
But it was a marvelous treat, another item crossed off the “to do” list, as one of the boys pointed out. If you ever get the opportunity, jump on it, and don’t forget the sunscreen.
And it really won’t matter whether the Sox win or lose. (Well, almost.)