It wasn’t until I was 44 years old that I attended my first major league baseball game. As a third culture kid in Pakistan I didn’t grow up with an affinity for baseball. In fact, the bulk of my experience around baseball consisted of me sitting at my maternal grandma’s apartment during a home leave, watching occasional games on a small black and white television. “Grandma K” as she was lovingly called, was a fan. All I saw were men in funny suits running around catching a small ball. It didn’t make sense to me. Now cricket, the game enjoyed across the pond and throughout the subcontinent? That made sense! I was mostly interested in Grandma K’s Ritz crackers and peanut butter.
But at 44 I entered the big leagues. I found myself at the Diamondbacks Stadium in Arizona with premier seating, a benefit through my husband’s job. To my surprise – it was fun. Really fun. Despite the pitiful record of the Arizona Diamondbacks that year I found myself caught up in the Wave, “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” and even watching people down huge amounts of beer in plastic cups. It was, for me, a pivotal point of learning to enjoy something that is an American past time.
It was that year that I became a Red Sox fan, just in time to thoroughly enjoy the historic winning of the World Series after years of succumbing to the “Curse of the Bambino”. A few years later we moved back to Massachusetts and found ourselves walking distance from Fenway Park.
And this week Fenway Park has turned 100 years old. Home to the famed Boston Red Sox and one of the most beloved stadiums in baseball history, Fenway had its 100th Anniversary Party yesterday and will host a game in honor of the anniversary today. Heads up fashionistas – they will be playing the New York Yankees wearing vintage uniforms. As America’s oldest major league stadium Fenway deserves this recognition.
There is a magic at Fenway Park – anyone who has visited will attest to this. Much smaller than other major league stadiums, it has the charm of history and longevity on its side. Fenway Franks, those hotdogs that would probably taste mediocre anywhere else, Sweet Caroline, The Green Monster, and more are all part of the Fenway experience.
So Happy Anniversary Fenway Park. In our world that honors progress, beyond what it is worth at times, may we enjoy 100 more years of vintage!
I love baseball and I have fond memories of Fenway! Happy Birthday!
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Very cool! When were you in the area? If you come again we’ll have to at least walk by the field. What I didn’t add in the blog post is that the stadium may be the most loved, but the tickets are also the most expensive. Have a great weekend!
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Ken Burns in his 9 part documentary on baseball talks nostaglically of the poetry of the sport. Lowell connects with that. He loves it! It’s quintessential Americana and it provokes memory and longing in many an American, it seems. And now my son Connor also loves it.
I’ve been to a couple of games…never to a major league game…but I’m afraid the magic is lost on me! I do enjoy the ball park, the energy, the food, the people watching…but the deeper levels of connection elude me! I’m working on it though… as a way to deeper connect with my 15 year old son. And I do love a good hot dog!!
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I get it with the deeper levels of connection. I have to say Fenway is a rowdier crowd than Arizona and so there’s more of a connection. It does feel like a uniquely American thing….Good for you for pressing on. I had one of those hard moments today when I felt such acute loneliness and thought “I just can’t do it here…”
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Bring on America’s baseball!! There is quite no experience like sitting among the crowds that fill Major League Baseball stadiums. Of course the Braves are my favorite. I believe Braves’ history and Boston’s is interwoven. BTW, I just thought of an incident in Mongolia about 10 years ago when out in the countryside our grandsons tried to teach a herder how to bat and to run! Baseball transcends cultures.
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Love this story of Mongolia! Diplomacy through Baseball! Amazing.
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” I was mostly interested in her Ritz crackers and peanut butter.” My favorite line. Made want to go out and buy some, watch the game and think of sweet Grammy K. Thanks Marilyn!
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Love that Grammy K! Would love to get more stories from you on her. She also loved candle pin bowling right? She was so what a Grandma should be – totally comfortable and comforting.
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I know I look like her – I like to think that I, too am a comfortable and comforting Grandma. But it’s tea and digestive biscuits when you come to my house, or when the grandkids were little the big plastic container of animal crackers! I’ll have to get those again now that we have great-grands.
I’ve also inherited Grandma K’s love-hate relationship with her Red Sox. When they went into a mid-season slump she would turn off her TV in disgust. But she couldn’t leave it off for long, not during baseball season.
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Yes! She loved candle pin bowling. Or any bowling for that matter. She knew all the pro’s and would watch them on Saturdays. I do remember her shutting off the tv in disgust but turning it back on in a little while. I just remember cuddling up close to her after my bath and drifting in and out of consciousness while she watched.
Aunt Polly…I bet you are just like her with your own great memories for your grands and great grands!
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Oh mom – we were just talking about those animal crackers yesterday and how they were a quintessential part of coming back to the U.S and staying at 8 Acre Woods. You always had the special books, foods, and dress up clothes – that’s why so many essays have been written about you and Grandpa and 8 acre woods!!
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