I’m one of baseball’s unlikeliest fans. I certainly didn’t have a sports-filled childhood. My parents’ idea of a leisure activity was a spirited dinner argument over how to pronounce ‘medieval’, reading the latest New Yorker, and building a better cocktail.
And yet there I was yesterday, atop the Green Monster and happy as a clam.
For those of you who aren’t Boston Red Sox fans (improbable as that may be), the Monster is both a treasure and a terror for players.
This green wall in left field was part of the original Fenway Park construction of 1912. It was made of wood and was covered in tin and concrete in 1934 and still makes a distinctive sound when a ball thunks off of it. It’s the tallest wall in a Major League park and at over 37 feet high it takes experience and skill to know how to field it.
This is why, when the Sox replicated Fenway at their summer training location in Jetblue Park in Ft. Meyers, they included all the dimensions of home field in Boston, right down to the Monster. (Or, as they say in Beantown, the Monstah.)
It provides a different perspective on the game, perched up there. Unfortunately, you’re also at the mercy of the relentless Florida sun, so I’d been watching the weather report with zeal and had lathered us both up with sunscreen that morning.
We lucked out – it was a partly cloudy day.
The Sox creamed Tampa Bay.
And My Guy, aka The Birthday Boy, checked one more item off the bucket list.