No matter what the result, there really is nothing better than a glorious weekend afternoon in a full house at Fenway Park. The Sox got slaughtered, and their season really does feel like it’s in a deathwatch, but that didn’t damper my enjoyment (I know YF enjoyed himself…) of what is, without question, an incomparably intimate and beautiful place to watch a ballgame. Some additional (though undoctored) photos and some thoughts after the jump.
- Randy Johnson: not unbeatable anymore.
- Josh Beckett: really, really not unbeatable.
- Despite the Sox’ pathetic effort(s) yesterday and this past month, and with clear writing on the wall about the direction of the season, the fans weren’t all that chippy. There was no palpable sense of blood in the water, very little nasty back and forth with any Yankees fans, and no distinct sense of venom towards the Olde Towne Team. Beckett received some hearty boos, but they weren’t anything undeserved. It was almost as if a heavy majority of Sox fans understand that the team just isn’t good enough, that they won’t be there at the end. This is, in my opinion, representative of fans with experience, observational skills, and some class. It would have been very easy to be merciless towards the team, considering the current run.
- Wily Mo: A very large man, the ball just rockets off his bat. It’s recognizable on television, but nothing like in person.
- Fenway: the renovations undertaken are nearly seamless. Janet Marie Smith and management have done a great job with this.
And now, more pictures.
Someone bought a YFSF shirt!
Yawkey Way, pregame
Entering the grandstand
Opening pitch from my family’s great seats