After grabbing a quick burrito at Chipotle, Jim and I reentered the flood of red and blue and worked our way back to Fenway. The massive crowd at the turnstiles had died down and we soon learned that what we had seen earlier were the never-ending lines waiting to enter Yawkey Way before the stadium opened to the public. Yawkey Way is the entrance to Fenway Park. The only way I can think to describe it is like the entrance to a theme park. After presenting your ticket at the turnstile and getting your bag inspected, you enter a street area where vendors are selling their game day hotdogs, fans are grabbing something to drink at a bar before the game, and the Red Sox paraphernalia stores are packed to the rafters. This is Yawkey Way. (Which sounds a lot like a place that would be in Harry Potter to me).
We walked the crowded little street and into one of the gate entrances for the ballpark. This was my first time to visit an old, famous baseball stadium, and I felt like I had stepped back in time and was on my way to see some of the old baseball greats getting ready to hit home runs. The first thing I looked for of course was the Green Monster, since that is all I really knew about the field.
Before heading to our seats in the bleachers (yes, we were going to be part of the bleacher creatures) we walked down toward the field where we stood just a couple rows above the dugout and field. It was fun seeing the players head out for some batting practice and sign autographs for the kids. But the best was getting to take in Fenway and Red Sox Nation. This was truly where baseball got its nickname as “America’s Pasttime.” The excitement of the fans is contagious, the field is old and incredible, and Boston scored another thousand points for being my favorite city in the United States.
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