Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Postcard tour: Fastastic Fenway
There have probably been more words written about Fenway Park than all the other current parks combined – many by authors more accomplished than me.
Like Will, for example, who is a contributor to the 2002 book “The Fenway Project,” edited by Bill Nowlin and Cecilia Tan, a magnificent compilation of New England lore and angst surrounding Red Sox Nation, which wears its oft-broken heart on its sleeve.
And Fenway is the center of the Sox universe and rightly treated as a Boston treasure alongside Old North Church and the U.S.S. Constitution.
Even advertising signs associated with the ballpark are legendary. Not signs located inside the stadium, mind you, but ones that you can see far beyond the outfield wall.
I've had adventures at Fenway. It’s almost impossible to attend a game at Fenway and not have an adventure.
The Mets certainly have had some adventures at Fenway, including the middle three games of the 1986 World Series, of which the team won the first two.
Since then, the Mets have gone 5 and 7 in Boston during interleague play.
And, of course, Fenway was Tom Seaver’s last home as an active player, though his final start was in Toronto.
I last visited Boston since 1991, and was able to pick up some fine postcards.
The fisheye lens card doesn’t seem to give a true feeling for the park, making it seem larger than it is. And the view from the air doesn’t quite show how well the ballpark blends into the neighborhood.
The shot at dusk shows just how beautiful the park is. But my favorite is the one with the red border that looks older than it is. A classic look at a classic park.
I also love the postcard showing the bullpen buggy. I’m an unabashed bullpen buggy fan, and that particular buggy was placed outside an old-school souvenir shop for all to enjoy before games. I have no idea if the old school store is still there, or whether it still rolls out the buggy before games.
But they’re still cool, and I’m surprised some tradition-minded team hasn’t brought them back. Of course, with the Mets’ luck, Bobby Parnell would fall out and get run over.