Today is the last Fenway Park opening day that we will live in MA. As we are out and about town, I find myself already feeling nostalgic about how it feels. There’s a kind of camaraderie that comes over everyone. A secret handshake of sorts.
Before we had kids, my husband and I spent a lot of time with the Sox. We went to games, watched games on TV sometimes at home and sometimes at our favorite bar with a plate full of nachos. We watched them win the ’04 World Series there and spent our second anniversary watching Johnny Damon’s first return to Fenway after becoming a Yankee. Since the boys were born, I’ve kind of lost interest. I don’t pay much attention…unless it’s opening day.
Because it is on a Friday this year and the weather is sunny and warm it seems as though everyone has opening day fever. It is Red Sox day at daycare so all the kids and teachers are decked out in Sox gear. The game is being watched on conference room TVs and listened to on car radios all over the state.