Everything I knew about Fenway Park I learned from the movie “Field of Dreams.” I knew it was in Boston, that it had a big green wall in the outfield, and that many baseball greats played at this stadium. I had a lot to learn about the place where Red Sox Nation was born.
In our endeavor to go to a game at every baseball stadium in the United States, Jim and I decided that our trip to Boston would not be complete without spending an evening at Fenway Park and experiencing the excitement of the Red Sox fans. I must admit that before going to Boston I was very anti-Red Sox. They had beat the Colorado Rockies pretty badly in the World Series a couple years ago and I was convinced that “buying” players was cheating. However, Boston changed my mind!
The night of the game we decided to head out to the Fenway area early to beat the crowds on the T, grab something to eat near the stadium, and get to our seats in time to catch a good portion of batting practice. We jumped on the green line train and were surprised to see how many Red Sox fans were aboard and in route to the game already. We were definitely some of the only people on the train not decorated in full Red Sox apparel. Already I knew this was going to be a much different experience than going to a Rockies game.
It was a short train ride from the Boston Common area to the Fenway station. Right away we noticed that there were signs posted along a pathway to direct the traffic right to the ballpark. We definitely didn’t need the signs; we just followed the throng of fans and knew we would end up in the right place. As we neared the stadium we could hear the hum of the crowd and upon turning the corner to enter Fenway we were stopped quick by massive lines of Red Sox fans waiting to get into the stadium. Restaurants were packed to the ceiling, hot dog stands were being bombarded, and everywhere near the stadium we turned to get a bite to eat, we were greeted with the biggest groups of baseball fans I have ever seen.
So, when in doubt, and when not wanting to wait longer than twenty minutes to eat something, there is always Chipotle. I did feel a little sense of guilt eating at a chain restaurant started in Denver while in Boston. It is generally our rule to eat at places we can’t at home. But, Denver represent…Chipotle it was! I actually found myself feeling quite satisfied as we ate our burritos near the window where we could watch herds of Red Sox fans make their way to the much anticipated game.
Just under two hours until game time…
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