Caption: The Last Wooden Seats in Baseball...Empty for 2020.
Here’s to everyone and everything I’ll miss at Fenway Park this “Season”:
- The friendly, affable, parking lot attendant (who I hope is enjoying a beach somewhere with his family),
- all the street scalpers swearing at me for undercutting their hustle,
- what has to be the world’s smallest Popeyes located in Kenmore Square’s Hotel Buckminister,
- Peter at the Scalp Free Zone (where you may have met me in the past selling extra tickets),
- my Season Tickets colleagues (an eclectic group, to be sure!),
- the great usher in our section (you know who you are, and thanks),
- Rob the beer vendor (“Rob, you rule!”),
- whoever that laid-back, polite man was at the corner of Jersey Street and Brookline Ave. selling “Boston Baseball Magazine” (cover to cover Red Sox, complete with a free gift and scoring pencil for one low price!),
- hot dogs assembled at your seat (note that’s NOT my seat),
- singing “Sweet Caroline“, complete with the appropriate hand gestures,
- enjoying the game with family and friends (which I’ll miss the most),
- …and, of course, the Red Sox beating the NY Yankees with a walk off home run!
Thanks for Reading! (and, “Play ball!”)
