Yesterday, beneath the bright, afternoon sun,
I wandered. And watched. And marveled.
I was alone in the crowd.
Alone with my thoughts. Nowhere to
be, my camera in hand. Anonymous.
Thousands upon thousands came, just like
me. There were babies and grandfathers,
students and business men...large groups
and loners. We came for photo
ops and autographs...to sit in
the dugout, touch the green monster
and step onto the warning track.
I sat behind home plate (cause
it was free, and I could!)
and ate a Fenway Frank. Yum.
Drank my icy diet coke from
a 100 year anniversary souvenir cup.
And watched the people - all here
to celebrate this magical, century old,
memory filled, home town ball park
We hold on to our history
here, and cling to our traditions.
I love calling Boston my home.
And I love this ball park.
Today's word? Hold.