It’s been over 2 weeks now and I’m just now getting to the update about my trip to Fenway Park.
Suffice it to say that the trip could have been better.
We hopped on the train from somewhere in Boston to get to Fenway. We arrived and they have a sort of Pickles-esque set up with a few bars around the place where people can meet up and tell stories about how they became Red Sox fans. I’m going to withhold further comment because unlike a Red Sox game in any other stadium but Boston or NY, I am confident that most of them are actual fans.
We met some other O’s fans and they came to dinner with us. I told them I’d post a picture so here it is:
They were nice and they were O’s fans so that was cool too.
The place we went had amazing food. But I did find out that most Bostonians are sissies and I judge this based on the beer they drank.
Blueberry and Watermelon beer? Nancies. There wasn’t a Natty Boh to be seen for miles.
Anyway we made our way over to the stadium and it was packed. The seats were super close together and a lot of them were obstructed view seats because of the damn pillars.
I only had one run-in with fan. He happened to be a Napoleonic fellow wearing a Pedroia t-shirt. I don’t think he smiled during the game and I’m pretty sure he was about 5 seconds from an aneurysm for most of it too. The vein on his forehead was really pulsating. The fans there went ape-shit for every routine play, it was kind of pathetic. When I would clap modestly for the Orioles, the following play (when predictably that play was rendered moot), the guy would stand up, turn around and clap in my face.
First off, if you are 5’5” and 12olbs, don’t think that you are going to intimidate me. I subsequently laughed hysterically until the guy turned around. Second, you’re supposed to win.
Let me re-iterate that: You’re supposed to win. Why are you taking it so serious? Why do you clap at a routine catch by Jacoby in center? You’re supposed to beat the snot out of us. You spend more than Scrooge McDuck and we’ve not had a winning season is 10 11 seasons.
Anyway, after the game we went down to the grounds keepers dressing room (the guy we were with was a grounds keeper there for a bunch of years so he still had some friends there). Turns out their dressing room was right next to the visitors clubhouse. I saw Rich Hill talking with his family (probably about not pitching anymore). I saw Ty Wigginton walking towards the bus hotdog stand. I saw Zaun walk out and forget where he was (Alzheimer’s). And, I saw Trembley giving the Crow travel advice.
It was worth the trip to say I’d been there but I’d rather watch a game at good old OPACY any day of the week.
I imagine we will be at a few games this home stand, especially Bergy T-shirt night so we hope to see you at the yard.