Connects me to my childhood.
To my father.
There are sights, sounds, smells....
and that fresh air feeling of sitting in the ball park...
that transport me.
I remember sitting on the bench at my brother's little league games
and knowing all the abbreviations
so I could fill out the score card for my dad.
I remember the first time my son saw a baseball game
with my dad.
I loved watching him begin to pass down his love for the sport to his grandson.
The first time I was in Fenway was with my dad.
I was in college, and he was up for a visit.
It was his love for the old ballpark,
his appreciation for the uniqueness of the place,
that first opened my eyes to its rich history.
If you visit me here often,
you already know I love this game.
Especially when I can watch it from one of the old seats
in Fenway Park.
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