A few of my best Fenway memories (so far) include:
- I took a week off when I moved up to Boston. The day after I unpacked, I spent an afternoon at Fenway Park. It was a gorgeous sunny day in early August, and this was back in the days when you could go to the ticket office and simply buy a ticket for the game. I went by myself, so I got a pretty good single ticket, along the first base line. I had a couple beers and enjoyed myself immensely.
- One of my first dates with my husband was at Fenway. It was the American League Championship Series in 1999 - Red Sox vs. Yankees. Incredibly expensive tickets, although I still don't know how much K ended up paying. I just know he was trying to impress me. It worked.
- My husband and I got to watch an almost-no-hitter by Mike Mussina (who was one of my favorite pitchers before he joined the dreaded Yankees). It was exciting to be there, until Carl Everett hit a single in the bottom of the ninth with two outs to break it up.
Of course, I ended up marrying a Yankees fan, but hey, we can't all be perfect. At least he's recognized that he has no hope of corrupting our son.