It was great to come through the tunnel and see all those spots I've seen only in pictures. The Green Monster. The Citgo sign. The Budweiser logo atop the stands in right field.
Green everywhere. I must have approached half the crowd to take my picture against some familiar backdrop. No one has refused yet.
One thing isn't green. Wish I'd gotten there early enough to see the red seat where a 500-foot Ted Williams home run once landed.
We did not sit together tonight. We had 52 solo tickets. No pairs. When we got our tickets, I saw the ominous words on mine -- obstructed view. The seat was located just off the left-hander's batting box, about 30 rows up -- and directly behind a pole. I had to strain my neck on every pitch, but I was along the aisle, which was constantly packed, so if I twisted to me left I often couldn't see. The seat next to mine was open, somehow, so I slid over around the third inning and did fine.
The aisles and especially the concourses are constantly in motion. The concourse behind the lower stands looked like Times Square on New Year's Eve as gametime approached. I left my seat about 25 minutes before gametime and went to a pizza stand I'd seen coming in, bought the pizza and barely made the first pitch. Right as I sat down a vendor passed by with exactly the same pizza.
Decent selection at the concession stands. My seatmates were praising it. They have clam chowder at several. I wanted a toasted almond flavor iced coffee (iced coffee on this night??) But the line was preposterous. I never got it, but I have a made-in-China bear to accompany my to-the-point-lonely Detroit Tiger.
The park is so beautiful and clean. But the part about every seat being good -- that doesn't hold water when you have a pole in your face.
Fenway Park's grade will suffer for that. Got to be a B-plus.
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