Boston Red Sox at Fenway Park

Thanks for joining me on our Boston Road Trip!! I’ll include links to all my Boston posts at the end of this post.

It’s more historic than Plymouth Rock, more sacred than the Vatican, and more celebrated than the new baby prince of England… Boston’s Fenway Park is hallowed ground to baseball fans around the world.  Or so my Old Town Trolley driver, Cracker Jack Charlie, said.

Fenway Park - Home of the Boston Red Sox

During our Boston vacation, we caught a Red Sox vs. Yankees game there.  No stadium tour could possibly compare to watching a game surrounded by some of the most devoted fans in baseball!

So we saw the Sox play at Fenway.  And they were playing the Yankees.  And Aaron Rodriguez boldly played in spite of the recent steroids drama.  The game couldn’t have possibly been more charged… every time Yankee A-Rod came on the field, Red Sox fans chanted, “You use steroids. {clap, clap, clap clap clap} You use steroids.” repeat ad nauseum

I’m telling you, this game was cuh-razy!

I’m not typically a sports fan, but I found myself caught up in the excitement.  I’m now a Red Sox devotee!

I spotted Victorino on the Red Sox scoreboard… I know that name!  He played for the Jacksonville Suns! {insert hometown proud cheer here}

Red Sox baseball is exciting.  But after a while my attention started to wane… that’s when I spotted this little guy:

He physically updates the scores throughout the game!  I love this old school touch!

Of course, they have a high-tech board, too.

And what’s a baseball game without a Coke?  This sign brings back so many sweet childhood memories.  My kids don’t even know it’s called “Coca Cola” but that’s what we called it when we were little.

Speaking of back when I was a kid… my Dad used to take me to Florida State Seminole baseball games.  I asked a million questions and baseball games were one time he never minded answering one after another.  His only break was when my mouth was full… so I got Cracker Jacks every time.  {I’m on to you now, Daddy!}

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks.  IIIII don’t care if I ever get back for it’s root, root, root for the hooooome team.  If they don’t win, it’s a shame.  For it’s one… two… three strikes you’re out at the ooooold baaaaall gaaaaame!!!

The toys aren’t as cool as they were when I was little.  Stickers do NOT compare to tattoos.  But munching on the Cracker Jacks while the Red Sox played to a sold out home stadium will remain one of the best memories of our Boston vacation forever!

For more Boston Blog reading…

  1. Start with a light hearted meeting with Lobstah Lou.
  2. Then read Boston in the Fall: Day 1
  3. North End Italian Restaurants
  4. 3 North End experiences you can’t miss

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