Tagged: Fenway Park

Taking a Leave of Absence.

Hello friends, I just wanted to take the time to let you know that I will be unable to blog productively for three weeks. Normally it takes me a good two hours to write a good one, and I’ll barely have time. 

This leave of absence is not because I failed a drug test. I actually had my yearly physical this past week, and I am all healthy. No Performance Enhancing Drugs over here. Manny and A-Rod, on the other hand, were not as lucky. 
The reason behind this leave of absence is due to a summer program that I have attended the past three years: The Great Books Summer Program. I will be out at Stanford University reading some of the greatest, most obscure literature that one can imagine. I have attended the program at both Stanford University and Amherst college, and it has been a significant part of my life ever since I attended. Even though it is only for a short time period, I consider the friends I have made there to be some of my best friends. 
This program has always served as a huge inspiration for me. The people who work there are all genuinely kind human beings who tell me that if I’m going to dream at all, I need to dream big. My counselor last year, Kyle LeBell (who is going to Israel this summer to become a rabbi) told me that “I should get lost so I can find myself”. 
When I’m out there in Stanford, it’s like I’m in my own little bubble– separated from the outside world for three, glorious weeks. I pretty much experience a catharsis that renders me overly skeptical and miserable upon my return. My home away from home: 
I am actually separated from my baseball bubble whilst in this summer bubble. I do not have access to a computer for a good three hours to watch a baseball game. While my father is able to send me some updates, it still is not the same. 
That means I won’t be seeing Jacoby’s out-of-this-world catches. No Pedroia scampering around the infield and hitting balls that are anywhere over the plate. No ‘Papi’ chants after he hits a home run. No Youuuuuuukilis/Drew back-to-back hits. No Jason Bay clutch, clutch, CLUTH hitting. No Jason Varitek wisdom. No double-taking at Mike Lowell’s plays at third base. I won’t be able to laugh/curse Nick Green at the same time for his base running skills, and I won’t be able to cringe when Julio Lugo gets a ground ball. I will probably miss Jed Lowrie’s return, as well as Jerry Remy’s. I will miss Eck’s language, and I will miss John Smoltz’s start. I need to stop this list. 
I regret not being able to get up my Yankees vs Red Sox blog in time too. I’ll just give you some highlights. 
I was able to go on a tour of Fenway Park thanks to some very kind people. I was on the field during batting practice, and I was ridiculously close to the Yankees as they started warming up. 
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Can you imagine the thoughts running through my mind as people like Johnny Damon and Alex Rodriguez were within arms reach? Jail time doesn’t look too good on a resume though. 
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I met a couple of reporters, I’m sure you know who they are. They were very kind. 
I went back up to the Green Monster, the view was breathtaking, as usual (and by usual, I mean the second time) 
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I got a picture with the metaphorical Fisk pole, and a picture of the actual Fisk pole. 
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I was a kid in a candy store walking through the Red Sox Hall of Fame. I especially loved the ‘Greatest Moments’ section. 
I also saw the view from right field, and the new section that was added (under the Cumberland Farms sign). 
The game itself was glorious, but the weather wasn’t as cooperative. Luckily, a rain delay never ensued. I was soaked to the bone, and so was all my stuff, but you guys know me during rain delays. 
I played with some of the modes on my camera, and I took some pretty cool pictures. The people behind me actually asked if I was a reporter. I told them I was up and coming. 
Seeing a game live is always a treat for me, to say the least. What was even more of a treat was Big Papi’s home run! Manny Delcarmen didn’t help our cause too much, and I feared I would be seeing a loss. But the offense came through, and treated me to a win. 
I wish you all a nice three and a half weeks, and you can keep up with me on Twitter. I figured out I can send texts, so I’ll let you all know what I’m doing. 

My First Game at Fenway

There’s absolutely nothing going on, the Hot Stove Season is officially boring me. I really hope that this is just a “calm before the storm” and that starting in December, the Hot Stove Season will start heating up. There’s not much more to write about… most of us have already talked about Peavy, Sabathia, Texieira, Burnett and Varitek numerous times. So, I’ve decided to share with you my feelings the first time I walked into Fenway Park. 

It was July 12, 2007, so it had been forever since I had last been in Boston, and I had only heard stories about Fenway Park, and seen it on TV while watching the games. I was staying with my friend and her uncle shares season tickets with one of his clients, so my friend and I were able to go to a game. I was so excited, I had to get there as soon as possible, so I forced my friend to take me before the gates even opened so we could see batting practice. Seeing Yawkey Way for the first time was absolutely incredible, I took pictures of absolutely everything (which I’d gladly share, they’re just much too big to put in here). I was absolutely ecstatic, to say the least, and everyone around us let us go ahead when they found out that it was my first time at Fenway Park (people at baseball games are honestly the nicest people in the world). It didn’t take us long to get to our section, but I had to savor the “tunnel experience”. I remember walking up slowly, only being able to see the blue of the sky at first. When I got to the top, my mouth fell open. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, the beautiful orange sand, the brilliant green grass, and of course, the gigantic green monster. I even teared up a little bit. My friend led us to our seats, and I was amazed at how incredible ours seats were– seven rows behind the batters box. Everyone around us was so nice, and hearing the roar of the crowd when the Red Sox took the field was exhilirating. Tim Wakefield pitched, and the Sox won. Whenever the Red Sox would be batting, my friend and I would scream at all the batters, and get them to turn around and wave at us. I choked up a little bit when Dustin turned around, because he was the first one to do so. Mike Lowell tried to throw us a ball, but a man in front of us intercepted it (but it was okay because he gave it to his kid), and Jason Varitek also waved. One of my favorite parts was between the eighth innings, when absolutely everybody got up and started singing Sweet Caroline at the top of their lungs. My friend and I moved down to the second row after a family had left. Then, in the bottom of the eighth, when Manny and Papi came out both of them waved at us! Jonathan Paplebon came to close out the ninth, and I just thought that it was the coolest thing to see his intimidating face live. Vernon Wells was one of the last batters, and everyone in our section started chanting his name (in a mocking fashion). After the game, Dirty Water played, and we walked out on to Yawkey Way. Walking into Fenway for the first time was one of the best experiences of my life, and I will never forget it.