So I got to catch a game at Fenway this past Saturday. Charming place. If I was supposed to feel magic in the air, though, then something went wrong. But that just may be because I'm a humorless bastard.
I had seats in the bleachers just to the RF side of dead center, third row (Section 36, for those for whom this means something). I stayed all nine innings of a 12-2 blowout of the A's, in part because it was so crowded and cramped that it would have been hard to leave earlier.
- Lots of people were wearing Jason Bay Red Sox jerseys even though the guy had been signed only 48 hours earlier. Bay was given a standing ovation every time he came to bat. Manny having worn out his welcome is apparently more than just a media creation.
- I don't think they play any music over the PA system composed after the disco era. The highlight: "Makin' It". Stuff I recognize from my early childhood probably isn't a good sign for Fenway's hipness factor.
- The top of the eighth is when they seem to reserve the most terrifying rituals. First was The Wave. This wasn't the limp wave you sometimes see -- EVERYONE did it, and it went around the ENTIRE park FOUR FREAKING TIMES.
- Then, after the top of the eighth, everybody sings "Sweet Caroline" as I'm sure you've heard. They continue singing it even after the PA system stops playing it. ... All told, an impressive example of collective effervescence if you can get past being creeped out.
I took tons of pics, but nothing anyone hasn't seen. Plus, they were all grainy, because I apparently still haven't mastered low-light shots. The only thing I have to offer was an Aramark vendor in the stands who instead of carrying around her tray in her arms balanced it on her head.
That's Jason Bay in left.
Ok, so I can say I've been to Fenway. Hooray.