‘Twas The Night Before The World Series…

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‘Twas the night before Fenway, and all through the park, all the creatures were stirring; the ballpark not dark;

The staff all scurried ‘round the park with care, in hopes that a championship soon would be there;

The Cardinals were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of home runs danced in their heads;

And Molly in her ‘kerchief, Wally in his cap, had just settled down for a short monster nap;

When up in the bleachers there arose such a clatter, Wally sprang from his hideout to see what was the matter!

Away to the field he flew like a flash, ran through the outfield… he made a mad dash!

The glow of the lights on the freshly cut grass, blinded Wally, who almost fell on his A**

When what to his wondering eyes should appear, but Manager Farrell and a team full of beards!

More rapid than eagles, his players they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

Run Ellsbury! Pitch Lester! Catch Salty and Ross! Short Peddy! First Nava! Hit Papi and Nap!

To the top of the bleachers, to the top of the wall, now hit away, hit away, hit away all!

Wally heard him exclaim, as balls flew out of sight,

It’s the World Series guys, let’s continue to fight!

Postseason, Fenway Park Draws Fans of all Ages


Game 1, postseason: The Red Sox take on the Tampa Bay Rays. They win by a landslide, 12-2. The fans go wild, but I have to say, I was slightly perturbed by the number of fans who were, at the bottom of the eighth, on their way out and making their way to the exits through Fenway – the opposite direction to which the game was being played. Why was everyone leaving so soon? They were winning and yes it was by a landslide, but come on, it’s the playoffs, game 1! Fans need not miss a waking moment at this point! It’s the playoffs for crying out loud! Who would have thought we’d get this far in the first place?! Well, in retrospect, no matter, it gave me a chance to get down on the action. It was time to hit the bars, but first I needed insight from the innocent. As I was walking down Yawkey Way I scouted out a few young fans; fans that were at Fenway for their first time. Hannah, 9, Evan 6, and Meghan 8, took a trip with their dad to Fenway to see the Sox play their first game in postseason. I’m glad, for their sake, the team pulled through and won. All the way from New Hampshire, these kids were more than excited. They were ecstatic. You could see it in their demeanor and in their eyes. When I asked what their most memorable moment was, Hannah replied, “when Big Pappi hit not one, but two homeruns!”

JD Drew is Evan’s favorite player, while Big Pappi and Dustin Pedroia are Meghan and Hannah’s respectively. Coming all the way from New Hampshire, these young fans show great pride in their Boston team. As their first time at Fenway came to an end, I could not let them go until I knew just how cool it was for them. Their responses were nothing more than whimsical: Two “Awesome!” and a “Great!

I had the opportunity, game 1, to interview others so stay tuned for those interviews about a diehard Yankees fan and what brought him to Fenway, the double Dan’s and what the Red Sox have in store for the upcoming postseason games, and predictions based on preseason’s flawless performances.

ALDS Game One: A Catalyst Creates Momentum and A Big Win

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David Ortiz tees off in Game 1 at Fenway. Courtesy of nydailynews.com

The Red Sox have hustle, drive, and the speed to turn singles into doubles. They make great contact with the ball offensively and field balls easily. The fans know a win is possible the minute this 2013 team hits the field, yet there is still one factor standing between exceptional skill and a win.

In ALDS game one against the Tampa Rays, the Sox played a sound game. There was just one more additive to the game, which they needed and received: momentum. The magic of overcoming inertia and thus creating momentum is what changes the atmosphere of any sport. Momentum, as I feel I spoke about all season, is crucial to winning. An action has to kick off that momentum: this is a catalyst. The catalyst may be subtle or blatant.  Nevertheless, the catalyst turns the tides and makes a win possible. The catalyst during this game was one Will Myers, a right fielder for the Tampa Rays; a botched play in the bottom of the fourth inning lead to David Ortiz earning a ground-rule double placing Dustin Pedroia in scoring position at third base. In that moment, the switch was flipped, and the Red Sox knew they had the physical and psychological advantage. They knew Pedroia and Ortiz, among many others, would score. Fans knew we had the Rays exactly where we wanted them, with their backs against the wall, winning the game 12-2.

It is a beautiful thing when a catalyst like this opens the game up in such a big way.  Fans saw this happen during the regular season in other high scoring games. One batter or two; get a series of men on base and as they say, the hits just keep on coming (but, of course, in a good way!) It is magical when it happens. Then during games where Boston squeaks by, or worse, loses, fans wonder where the hit parade went. It is all because no one created that magic moment, that catalyst to clinch the win.

I look forward to more catalyzing tonight at Fenway Park.