As I looked over the program guide, I tried to look for any familiar players’ names. I didn’t recognize a single one, except Grady Sizemore. I only know him because of his leaked camera phone pictures featuring him poising standing in front of a mirror, pecs ahoy with only a large white coffee mug to cover his bat. Apparently this year, Cleveland makes up the youngest players in major league baseball. Rookies, rookies everywhere, not a drop to spare!
I don’t remember much of what Jacob’s Field looks like (I was only 10 and I vaguely remember bringing a stack of X-Men comics to the game with me to pass the time), but memory aside, I don’t think it could hold a candle to Fenway. The name symbolizes tradition and greatness. And this is coming from someone who still doesn’t exactly understand when it’s a ball and when it’s a strike.
The whole experience was very ‘Woman of the Year’ with me in the role of Hepburn. Dazed and confused as I was, I still had a great time. Baseball, next to hockey or soccer, is one of the easiest games to follow. I still don’t know what the hell a third down or a fourth down is in terms of football.
Someone once told me that you can’t truly say you’re a true Bostonian until you’ve experienced Fenway. I may be a rookie, but at least I’m now in the game.