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Opening Day at Fenway Park, the kids were lined up hours before the gate opened, and by noon or one o'clock, the mood was starting to turn ugly. "Like refugees at Da Nang," a friend still mutters balefully...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Queens Comet | 6/2/1975 | See Source »

...Fenway Park is something else. Later in the year, I heard, high up in the bleachers someone stood up midway through a late inning of a dull game, dropped his pants and underwear, stuck out his tongue, and started screaming the Sox encouragement. The cops led him away, as I guess was only to be expected--no one tried to stop them, but everyone cheered the dude. When the games get dull--American League baseball seems sloppy and unspirited to me, though maybe that is just my prejudice, taught from infancy to hate the Yankees and worship Willie Mays...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Queens Comet | 6/2/1975 | See Source »

...must signify something that the mean enthusiastic crowd that only goes to hockey games in New York comes out to Fenway sunny afternoons. Here in Boston, Abbie Hoffman's Cradle of Liberty ("Whose hand will cradle a rock," Abbie used to say, like those kids at Opening Day, the tough kids still come out for baseball--the last liberal game, each person making his unique, separate contribution to the whole, no time limits, just the open spaces, no brute strength or monstrous size, just skill and smartness and talent. The analysis breaks down some when you start breaking down...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Queens Comet | 6/2/1975 | See Source »

...White and Thurman Munson led a 16-hit New York attack and Pat Dobson pitched a six-hitter as the Yankees battered the Boston Red Sox 12-1 yesterday in Fenway Park...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: RED SOX | 4/22/1975 | See Source »

Final proof that this was not your day would come during the seventh-inning stretch. While everyone else stood up to flex their cramped muscles, you grabbed one of the thirty-four thousand temporarily vacated seats to rest your aching legs, and accidentally crushed a Fenway Frank--mustard and all--in the process...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Savoir-Faire | 4/10/1975 | See Source »

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