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...Went to Fenway on a gorgeous Wednesday night a couple of weeks ago, watched the Sox drop an ugly game to the Florida Marlins, 4-2. It was only my fourth trip to the park—and my first-ever summer excursion—but already my attendance reads like Dr. Seuss: I’ve been at Fenway in the rain, I’ve gone there on the Green Line train. I’ve been to Fenway with my roommate, I’ve even been there on a date. I’ve seen...
...people to start chanting “Yankees suck!” when the Red Sox are losing 10-3 in the top of the sixth inning to the Oakland Athletics. Poor A’s—they fly across the entire freaking country to play in legendary Fenway Park, and the Boston fans don’t even acknowledge their presence! Boston fans think New York is the only worthy opponent, which is just not true. The Yankees and their arrogant fans have won more championships than George Steinbrenner can count on his fingers and toes, while...
...Some things about Fenway are just a little bit different. Where I come from, an usher is the 80-year-old man named Ernie at the movie theater who takes my ticket and reminds me to donate spare change to cystic fibrosis research. At Shea Stadium, where the Mets have languished under the roar of LaGuardia air traffic since the 1960s, all the ushers are brittle octogenarians dressed up in cute age-appropriate Mets gear—orange bow ties and suspenders. But at Fenway, the ushers double as beefy security guards, always ready to hustle up the bleacher stairs...
...Obstructed view seating is another puzzler. Some people are fond of citing Fenway Park’s meager 33,000 capacity and saying there are no bad seats. These people are idiots. There are seats in the stadium where there is a giant pole between you and home plate. This is called “obstructed view” seating and is quite bad for anyone who actually intends to watch the game. Yet since you are not actually in the bleachers, Fenway charges higher prices! This is almost as big a rip-off as those tiny cups of beer...
...have to admit, though, some things about Fenway are growing on me. The bleacher fans are always in good spirits (especially when a Yankee fan gets tossed for bad behavior), and I am starting to appreciate the drunken banter (and ass-grabbing) on the crowded subway ride back to Park Street...