Preparation for Christmas at Fenway
Christmas at Fenway, T-minus 10 hours and counting. The grail of the Sox Pax is of course the Opening Day Pack, which grants the bearer admission to the April 11th game. It’s not eternal redemption of the soul, but seeing the raising of the banner will be something close to an epiphany for me.
I’ll be equipped with digital camera (for the “Red Sox personalities” to be on hand; let’s hope they don’t mean just Wally), Gortex jacket (50% chance of rain), fleece lining (highs in the lower 50s), and credit card (needn’t go into detail on Fenway tickets being the most expensive in the league).
I heard that last year’s attendees waited in the .406 Club, the apse of the cathedral that is Fenway. I hope that the trophy will be there for the celebrants. If there is one thing that elicits a remote amount of religious fervor in me it is baseball, Red Sox baseball. I’ll just think of the ticket purchasing as tithing, a necessary duty in the practice of my faith. I know of no other mass that lets you stand up and stretch, so I think I’ve made a good choice as far as what sect to be in.
