The Sox defeated the Colorado Rockies, 5 to 3, in a slightly damp outing. John Lackey looked especially great on the mound racking up 12 strikeouts. Closer Koji Uehara was also in fine form, making short work of the bottom of the Colorado lineup with some smoking fastballs. But it almost -- with the emphasis on "almost" -- doesn't matter.
Win or lose, Fenway is such an iconic and beloved baseball shrine, it's always a joy to visit. Its idiosyncratic green color, throwback lettering, intimate confines, and other unique characteristics beckon. Built in 1912, it comes by its nostalgia authentically. There is a palpable sense of history and authenticity about the place. Fenway Park was famously immortalized by the late author John Updike as a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark. (Ironically, the essay appeared in, of all places, the New Yorker magazine.)
It's such a sports cathedral, pilgrims visit it from all over the place. Like Jared, the friendly and chatty guy in line ahead of me at one of the food counters. (Sorry, I didn't get his last name.) Although he was from Denver, he wasn't there to see the Rockies. It's rare that the inter-league teams meet, but that was beside the point. Jared was there to see Fenway. As soon as he found out he was going to be in Boston to attend a bachelor party, he knew he had to carve out some time to visit the ballpark. "I always thought it was one of the best parks in the country," he told me as he scooped up his Fenway Frank. "But being here, I now know. It IS the best." Amen to that Jared.
Whether you are visiting our fair city or are a local, you owe it to yourself to see a game. If you really want to explore the lyric little bandbox, take a tour of Fenway Park. If you happen to see me there, don't panic. The curse of the Levine-o has finally been lifted.