Fenway Park

Every year, my son and I make our annual pilgrimage to see the Red Sox play at Fenway Park. I've been to several ball parks around the country, but none of them compare to the atmosphere at Fenway.

Walking up to Yawkey Way is like joining a party. You can hear music playing and conversations about pitchers and Red Sox statistics.

My son and I always head right for The Best Sausage Company. He likes to get a hot dog; I like an Italian Sausage.


We got there early enough to try to get an autograph. Last year, we saw Daisuke Matsuzaka.

But, this year, no one came out to sign. While we were waiting, I snapped this picture of my son at the edge of the field.


The game got off to a great start, and Kevin Youkilis hit a Grand Slam in the 3rd inning.

An Italian ice, a bag of peanuts, a couple of drinks, an 8th inning singing of "Sweet Caroline", and a soft pretzel later, the Sox won 12-1.


We sang along to "Dirty Water" and "Tessie" as we walked out of the park.