Everyone who knows me knows how much of a HUGE Red Sox fan I am. As a card carrying member of Red Sox Nation, arriving back on the East Coast June 1st, it was only a matter of time until “the craving” set in.
July 13th my cousin Sean called me to tell me he scored 2 Red Sox tickets from his restaurants Sam Adams rep. Sweet Caroline, I was stoked! We were going to be near the Pesky Pole! R.F. Box 95 row MM seats 7 & 8. Boston vs. Kansas City. Oddly enough, all but 1 game I’ve seen at Fenway has always been against the Royals. Most games were on a whim and every freaking time….Royals. Weird.
Now allow me to give you a little backstory. Sean and I both grew up in Coventry, CT with our Grampa being a big Sox fan and Ted Williams as his hero. The games were always playing on the tv or the radio. Sometimes they were one of the greatest teams in baseball, but most of the time they were a “bunch of bums”. Gotta love Grampa.
From the ages of 8-16, every Friday my mom would drop me off at my Grandparent’s house to spend the weekend. Sean’s just a few years younger than me and lived about 4 miles away with his Mother, so he would come down and spend the weekend with me. We’d get into harmless trouble, ride our bikes through the neighborhood, build forts in the woods, go down to the lake and go swimming(not past our waist tho) and wait to hear Grampa’s whistle signaling to us it was time to eat lunch or it was getting dark. Sean was more of a brother to me than a cousin. He played hockey and soccer. I would go watch and cheer from the sideline. But in all the time we spent together we had only gone to 1 Red Sox game together. Oh, and we both shared Bruins’ Ray Bourque #77 as a hero. Go B’s!
Needless to say, I was pretty excited that just the 2 of us would be venturing into Boston to catch a Red Sox game together. Deciding to drive to Framingham and catch the T, I parked right at the platform as the T was rolling out. “This is the T.” I thought. “Another one should roll through in 30 minutes.” Nope. The purple T pulls up and the conductor/driver was nice enough to lean out the window(after seeing us in our Red Sox gear) to holler the next T to Boston won’t be for another 1.5 hours. Awesome. Not really.
Argh. Now I have to drive into the city. Thank god it was 1:30 start time. And thank god Sean knew how to get there…..kinda.
“Where the hell am I going to park?” I said to him.
He replies with “No worries. We’ll park where I parked for the Zac Brown Band Fenway show. It’s just a few blocks from the park.”
“Cool.” Nope, not cool. I forgot how shitty people are when driving into Boston. After getting cutoff a few times and being forced to let way too many drivers into my lane, I asked Sean. “So where exactly is this parking lot?”
“Um, well, I was pretty drunk but I think you’re gonna want to make a right up here….I think. Basically we got lost going to the concert and accidentally found the parking lot. But we’ll find it. We’ll get lost and find it.”
Great. I’m relying on my cousin’s possible memory. lol.
Suddenly he says “You probably should’ve turned right back there. Yeah, that was your turn. Ooo! Take this right! Yeah. This is it! When we got lost, we missed that first turn and had to take this one. I think this is the right way. Just keep right.”
I did and suddenly there was the Citgo sign in the distance and a parking lot on my right.
Good ‘ol Sean.
We walked the few blocks to Fenway, hit up the Souvenir Shop for some new hats, then went in to find our seats and stuff our faces with some Fenway Franks.
I felt like a kid again walking into Fenway for the first time, seeing the Green Monster, the well manicured outfield, and the tiniest seats ever to be sat in at a ballpark. I was in heaven.
Unbeknownst to Sean and I, this was to be Jon Lester’s last home game. Not too long after that he was benched while trade rumors floated around. “They’re not going to trade Lester. There’s no way. He’s our best pitcher” was pretty much what every Sox fan was saying. But they did. They traded Lester and Gomes to the A’s for Yoenis Cespedes. Good trade for a bat, but come on, Jon Lester?
I’m glad I got to see his last home stand. He got the W giving up only a few hits and no runs. The Sox won 6-0 with some great plays. I got to bring my Canon 7D with my super mega awesome lens (70-200mm). I could “practically zoom into the players’ nose hairs” as Sean kept saying.
Here are a few of the images I shot that day. Mostly game play but a few of the park as well. It was a special day being at Fenway with my cousin and seeing Jonny Lester #31 get his last W at home. Enjoy the photos.
Lester’s first pitch
JBJ ready to start the game
Conference on the mound
bringing in Mujica
Sean looking for the ladies
Reminds me of being little at a Ballpark
And those were only a fraction of what I shot. I could photograph baseball all day. Actually, I would love to do that.