I am amazed at how poignant it was for me to be in that park again. One of my earliest memories is from a Red Sox game at Fenway!
It was a rainy morning. And as you will see below – when we hit Boston, at around 2:30 … the sky was ominous and black. An hour later, everything was clear, crisp, blue and sunny. PERFECT baseball weather.
Pictures below. Don’t feel like writing now. Great game. Highlights later when I’m not so tired.
Is the photo below from the same day??? Hard to believe that this photo was taken a mere 25 minutes after that top photo.
Hi, John Henry! How are ya??
Josh: make sure you get BOTH feet between the white lines AT THE SAME MOMENT … otherwise: all will be lost!!
(I love watching him do that. It’s so OCD)
Bullpen
Youk being tended to. Cousin Mike texted me that Youk was okay – From where we were sitting, it looked like he might have broken a finger or something – and they don’t give you “updates” during the game.
I’m jealous. Yanks and Sox in the stretch run in a pennant race? I’m not even an A.L. guy and I’ll tell ya that’s as close to heaven as it gets.
I love athletes and their OCDs and superstitions.
(BTW, are those your hands holding those tickets? The nails still look great! Congrats.)
yup, if it’s boston, the weather must have just changed. glad you enjoyed yourself!
Liz – the weather’s changed in New England, in general. It’s sweater and slipper weather now. FINALLY!!!
Emily – Those are my sister Jean’s hands – but I love your comment about my nails. Ha! Yup!! Nails still growing strong. As a matter of fact, the other day – for the first time in my life as an adult grown woman, I said the mythical words, “Dammit. Broke a nail.”
It was a true victory. To have nails to break!
And I so agree about the OCD stuff. Just love to watch it – because they so don’t care. They MUST tap one shoulder, then the other – then spit one glove, rub the gloves together (uhm, Papi?) – whatever it is, they MUST do it.
Watching Josh Beckett carefully tiptoe thru the white lines – making sure both feet are inside both lines at the same moment – was awesome.
Not as awesome as watching him pitch though!
Your pictures – breathtakingly awesome!
Even I have to admit that’s a great-looking ballpark. The shot of the tickets is my fave, though. And John Henry has good taste in cars…that’s the new Mercedes CL-Class. Those last two s’es might as well be dollar signs.
Noonz – love the car identification from you! Well done. He was pulling into the player’s lot – which was blocked off – well, it’s not a lot – it;’s just a street on the side of the ballpark – and you would have had a field day with the cars parked on that street. Even I, who knows nothing about cars, knew I was looking at some high-end shit.
Jean and I were trying to match which player had which car. There was a gleaming coffee-colored humvee type thing – which seemed very Manny – although he’s “injured” now – but it was a fun game. We also watched all the players wives drive up – after John Henry – in their huge Explorers, etc. Their hairdoes, though, were almost bigger than their cars!
I cannot fathom a fully-pimped Hummer belonging to anyone but Manny. On the topic of Sawx Cars: Papi’s selling his Mercedes:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=300148079842
The coolest thing is that he’ll personally hand the keys to the winning bidder at Fenway.
Hahaha at players’ wives’ hairdos. That’s why they need the big trucks, Sheila: Headroom.
Quick question: Does the Ellsbury kid look like he’s 15 years old or what?
He sure does. Little skinny dude! I love him!
Dusty Pedroia looks like a teenager to me, too – there’s something about his demeanor – it’s like the whiff of Little League still hovers around how he plays the game. I’ll write more about it – we were joking about him all day – it’s why Jean calls him “Little Buddy”. How he RUNS off the field after each inning – as though he can still hear the Little League coach shouting from the bench at the kids, “HUSTLE! HUSTLE!”
Pedroia’s going to be one of those guys who, for many years, gives me chest pains in close late-inning games. Not the Papi-level bordering-on-a-911-call ones, but those other annoying-clutch-guy-on-the-other-team ones. The guy is not an easy out.
One of my favorite sights is seeing Papi hanging out on 2nd base, shootin’ the breeze with jeter. It’s just so funny, they’re so CASUAL out there.
We were trying to imagine what they were talking about.
“I had a great fajita yesterday – let me tell YOU.”
“No shit … where? Cause I make the best fajitas …”
“No no no … THIS one was the best ….”
You know, some rambling stupid conversation that has nothing to do with baseball. hahahaha
Hahaha, totally! Now, based on body composition, DJ should absolutely defer to Papi on all conversations (hypothetical and otherwise) regarding fajita quality.
re the NE Weather — indeed it has changed. As I type, it’s in the high 30s. Good thing I was sleeping with a human and two cats last night. Still haven’t turned on the heat yet (we’ll push it out til mid-October if possible) or even closed all the windows. Maybe that’s spelled denial? Besides, we haven’t even had frost or Indian Summer yet!
We were lucky. We saw the best game of the series. I had a blast.