I have written and read about many Red Sox fans over and over again. They all seem to have their favorite players and their fondest memories. They pass their love down from one generation to the next and they don’t seem to miss a game, no matter where they are. But what about those fans who can’t afford the luxurious life of season’s tickets and players’ shirts and paraphernalia of sorts? How do they get their fix? I can explain. Although this year has been my first year of taking on the role of a Red Sox fan it hasn’t been easy, but I’ve somehow miraculously seemed to manage.
It all began when I took on this role as a writer for the Yawkey Way Report. I had no idea of what I was getting myself into (in a good way). The role as a writer would mean I would have to follow the Red Sox to a ‘T’— no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I had obviously not thought it through. But as a person who takes on many challenges in life and seems to overcome all obstacles, I knew where there was a will, there was a way. Without a T.V or the Internet I began watching the games at my parent’s house and listening to them on the radio in my car. I sat myself at the nearest coffee shops many a time and listened to MLB radio. As time went on and the season continued(s) things changed, for the worst. I no longer had my parents to rely on and my car, well that’s another story. The internet remained non-existent, but there was still the Boston Globe and USA Today. Also, the train wasn’t far from where I live so I took frequent trips to Fenway just to be in the midst of it all. Upon interviewing many individuals, Red Sox fans and people who worked for the organization, I knew I too could remain in the heart and soul of it all. I may not have the stats all the time and I may be the last to find out Will Middlebrooks is back, but the key is, I know. That’s a true Red Sox fan. Someone who cannot afford the games and rarely has the opportunity to listen to them via T.V, the Internet and the radio; someone who takes the time to stop a person on the street, on Yawkey Way or Landsdowne to catch up on the latest Red Sox news; someone who randomly meets retired players at a local cafe (Dwight Evans) and has the courage to go up to them and ask if she can interview him because she knows it’s an opportunity far from the norm, is considered, in my mind, a Red Sox fan.
If there is anyone alike that may have doubts on how to follow the Red Sox without the glorious advantages of being able to do so much, well, the first thing you can do, is realize you are a Red Sox fan and nothing, not anything, can stop you from being in touch and being a part of the most dedicated organization in baseball.
This post was inspired by my venture to Yawkey Way this beautiful afternoon. I took the train in for just over $14.00 and sat myself down in the heart of Fenway. I watched as the fans walked by in their gear (even though the Sox are away,) and the tourists as they shot photos of their families and friends at every sign that suggested Red Sox.