A Fenway Experience.
Jake Foley's Fenway Experience
Fans: My earliest Fenway Park memory is from 1961 - I remember that feeling of entering a cathedral, and noticing how BIG the players looked when taking infield. My Grampa, Charley Weir, took my older brother and I to his usual haunt in the right-field stands, and when a skinny kid took his place in left field to a chorus of boos, I asked Gramp why people didn't like him? He replied that it was just people with little knowledge of baseball, and less patience; his take was - "Let's give the kid a chance - he'll turn out OK." Even Gramp didn't know that Yaz would one day be a Triple Crown and MVP winner, but the torch was passed.
My most memorable experience also involved Grampa Charley, and the Yankees. It was late 60's, and the Home Town Team was taking a licking, down 9-3 in the bottom of the ninth. As many of the fans have related, it behooves out-of-town fans to leave early to beat the rush. When I asked Grampa if we HAD to go (It's a long ways from central Vermont to Fenway), he just laughed, and said "It's not over till it's over" and turned to holler to the next batter "Come on, boys, let's GO!" After a few scratch hits, a hit batsman, a Yaz bomb into the bullpen, our Sox whupped the Yankees 10-9. (If you don't believe me, like the Perfessor says, you could look it up.)
Last, but perhaps most important, is the continuity of rooting for the Red Sox. In 1962, when I was 12, Grampa brought my brother and I to the Fens on the spur of the moment, and was unable to get his usual seats in right field, so we were schlepping down Lansdowne St. to get into the bleachers. It was almost gametime, and most of the crowd had cleared out. I remember all the food vendors closing up their carts, and gawking at the net atop the Green Monster.......... and I walked headlong into the first parking meter in line next to the Wall!!!! I was embarrassed, but Gramp just smiled, and said he was sure it happened to a lot of people their first time down Lansdowne Street.
Fast forward to 1992, when my Cincinnati Red wife (She's coming around) and I took our den of 12-year old Cub Scouts to get some bleacher seats to see the White Sox with Bo Jackson. We took them on the subway (Ten 12-year olds - keep them together in a crowd!), and watched them as they schlepped down Lansdowne Street, looking at the hat and food vendors closing up their carts, gawking at the net atop the Green Monster........... and my eldest son (age 12) walked headlong into the exact same parking meter I had hit 30 years ago, almost to the day!
From Grandpa Charley, to me, to Brandon (Lefty-hitting catcher - maybe a Red Sox player of the future, eh?), Fenway is the greatest place to see a ball game, and the Red Sox are the ONLY team to root for!
P.S. I don't agree with management that can't get us a championship often, but Fenway should be replaced - the original left in pieces; Diamond vision screen?!! 600 Club abortion?!!! I DO agree with the fan who spoke up for inexpensive seats; my Grampa was not wealthy, but he went to every game he could make - these are the true fans - the ones whose moms will forge them a "sick" note for opening day. In '67, we painted a sign on a sheet and hung it from our chimney - my dad was furious, but Mom said she needed a new sheet, anyway. She also wrote us a note that we could skip classes to go to the auditorium, where the principal had a TV set up for us rabid Red Sox FANS! There is NO curse (Unless you count Duquette), so GO SOX!
wil.