Return to Fenway

Last night, Mr. Wright took me to a Red Sox game at Fenway vs. the Toronto Blue Jays. It was the second time that I have been to Fenway. Before the game, I walked the entire way around the outside of the park looking to buy some t-shirts. Unfortunately, my search turned out to be futile. However, I was able to see the "parking lot" where the Red Sox players' cars are parked, of which I've read about in various sports publications in the past. I'm sorry to report that I did not think to take pictures of it for you, the audience of this blog. I was impressed by the parking skills (and kinds of cars in the lot). Everything that is said about the Red Sox valets appears to be true from 40 feet away.

It truly is amazing to see how the park is made to fit into such a tiny space, which is reflected in the shape of the field. The limited amount of space also makes for the activities outside the park being rather cozy. To steal a description of the Cubs' Wrigley Field, if you're a Red Sox fan, the outside of Fenway certainly does lend itself to being some friendly confines.

The game was a good one, with Josh Beckett lining up against Roy Halladay. There was a stat in the Gameday Publication that Mr. Wright pointed out to me about how long Halladay had lasted in his previous starts. To keep it short, this guy has stamina. It was easy to see why, too. One, he's a big guy. And, two, his follow-through seems so effortless as compared to other pitchers. Whereas their momentum carries them halfway to first/third base, Halladay releases the ball and then looks like he just took a sip of Coke. As could be hoped/expected, both pitchers fared well until they each had one bad inning in the middle of the contest. It was fun to see, or kinda see. That brings me to the one problem with last night was (and one major problem with Fenway):

This was my view of the field, which I didn't get too uptight about. I could see anything in play but as you can see, the section 9 pole perfectly hid home plate. It was also a packed house so Mr. Wright and I couldn't move anywhere else. Despite this, I had fun keeping score, conversing with two young Corps-men who were working on getting drunk next to us, and watching a good game. (As I said, the pitching was good but there were also three homeruns, a triple and some good base running.)

Well, I think I've written enough for this one "little" update. Buenos noches, mis amigos.