The Box at Fenway

I love watching sports events. Particularly up, close and personal- it doesnt get any better than having Box seats in Fenway on a cool summer night with a come from behind 5-4 victory.

Fenway has great appeal- it is the oldest ballpark in the US, it is also the smallest. I daresay it is the home to the most diehard Baseball fans in the US- New Englanders who have long suffered the curse of the Bambino till the 2004 Nirvana season when they astonishingly beat the Yankees in the playoffs when they are down 0-3 to eventually win 4-3. That was some season, and even this is turning out to be a good one.

The smallness of the Park, the unique Green Monster, the fanatical fans- all make for fantastic viewing from anywhere in the Park. And then, throw in the Box seats- and it really is special. Having grown up on cricket, baseball can seem plain vanilla at times, but as I watched pitches being thrown at 97 mph, I did begin to have a gruding respect for the batters who are able to not only see, but connect well to score- it is much more difficult than it appears on TV. I was most impressed with the intensity and focus on the Closer for the night, Jonathan Pappelbon. It is remarkably intense, not something for the faint hearted and he does astonishingly well to close innings after innings with precision, accuracy and verve.

Fenway Park is a special place and will always be for me. It is the place where I began to not only to like but appreciate the subtle nuances of baseball. And there is no other Park where I would have loved this education to be imparted!