July 27, 2015
After two games in New York it was time to keep heading north and ship up to Boston. During the day we walked along the 2.6 mile Freedom Trail getting a glimpse at where our nation was born and seeing a beatiful city. As nighttime approached, it was time for our third consecutive train ride to a baseball game, this time to the oldest stadium in Major League Baseball: Fenway Park.
From the moment we got off the train, there was no doubt it was gameday, as thousands of people strolled along in their navy and red. After getting through some issues with buying tickets, it was time to enter the stadium. The atmosphere on Yawkey Way was fantastic, with music, food stands and souvenir shops creating a fun vibe before the game. When actually in the ballpark, the concourses were extremely narrow and crowded, but that wasn’t going to stop us from going to the famous Green Monster in left field. Unfortunately they only let people with tickets to those seats through, but we still got as close as possible and took some great pictures from atop the most well-known wall in baseball.
Despite my disliking of the Red Sox, I was having a super fun time. Once the game started we made our way to our seats behind the bullpens in right field. We brought along some delicious kettle corn and most importantly, some tremendous Fenway Franks. Rather than having a regular hot dog bun they use toast, which is a great idea and made for a tasty in-game meal.
The Chicago White Sox took an early lead in the game and held back a furious comeback from the Red Sox that I was actually rooting for (shocking, I know). I joined in on chants for Big Papi David Ortiz, and the most fun part of the night was singing “Sweet Caroline” in the 8th inning with 37,492 of my closest friends. That was truly an unforgettable expereince that must be had by all, even non baseball fans!
After the White Sox closed it out, we got some post-game pizza from a stand outside Fenway Park before hopping back on the subway. Fenway Park is truly incredible for any baseball fan. You get this feeling as you walk around that is indescribable, some sort of magic knowing this is what baseball is all about. No flash and no show, just a good ole’ time at the ballpark.
