third game. This was the game where the Red Sox got clobbered 18-9 by the Yankees, and went down 3 games to none. The next four games led to their improbable breaking of the Curse of the Bambino, and their first World Series in 86 years.
Pesky Pole that night. Somewhere I still have the picture of it. It was a good night to see Fenway. We had the seats, which are no seats: a standing only area underneath the stands on the first level. Yet I ended up somewhere near first base on the second row by the 6 inning, because everyone starting leaving the slaughter.
A game at Fenway is a must see for people visiting Boston. Even if you do not like baseball, it carries a sense of history like few places on earth. Entering the ballpark and looking onto the field for the first time, you can imagine Ted Williams or Babe Ruth stepping to the plate. The Green Monster, the highest outfield wall remaining in a major league park stands glaring at you from left field. The place looks, feels, and smells of the gods of the diamond and takes you back 50 - 75 - almost a 100 years to the times romanced by young men for almost a century now.
Are you planning your holidays to Boston? Fenway Park should find its way into the plans. It will certainly find its way into your heart.
It was once on my bucket list of 1,000 things to do before I die, but I checked it off in 2004. I could have gone again tonight if I had been available - tickets were offered, but oh well - I saw them loose in the most famous series they ever played.