Describe a Place (Fenway Park)

Fenway Fantasy 

For as long as I can remember my family has followed Red Sox baseball. Most people from Dubuque, Iowa follow the Cubs and have the luxury of going to games often. Due to the fact that Boston is 1,161 miles from Dubuque it wasn’t until the summer of 2015 that I got to experience Fenway Park for the first time.  

Walking up onto Yawkey Way was like an experience I had never felt before. There were so many people I could hardly take a step without the fear of crushing somebody’s toes, and the amount of people yelling different things, all in the hopes of selling you an overpriced roster or a five-dollar water bottle, was overwhelming. Waiting in line I could feel my anticipation building as I could see the Green Monster, Fenway's famed outfield wall, towering above me. The moment my family and I stepped inside the stadium it felt like my chest was about to burst with joy. The sound of thousands of voices all talking at the same time mirrored my excitement, it sounded as if one large roar had just escaped a lion’s mouth.  

When I finally got to my seat on top of the Green Monster I felt like I had traveled into a fantasy, being so high up and having a view of the entire stadium created an essence of power. I was on top of the world. There was something so magical about looking down onto the field of freshly cut grass, and freshly watered dirt that left a picture perfect image implanted in my head. As the batting practice rolled on you could here the faint ding of a ball every time one was crushed into the outfield, and although it was just practice, the crowd cheered as if the player had just hit the game winning homerun. The smell of peanuts, popcorn, and pizza was so intense you could almost taste it and you could feel the energy bouncing off of people as they were waiting for the game to start.  

The humidity in the air was almost thick enough to touch, as if an entire cloud had decided to sit down and join us for the game. The only escape was the slight breeze that would move through the stadium, but it was gone as quick as it came. It was a true feeling of euphoria as the sun beat down on my face and beads of sweat trickled down my temples. My stomach growled when I got in line with thirty other people all anxiously awaiting the savory taste of a hot dog, and all anxiously awaiting the first pitch to be thrown. From high in the stands I felt as if I were right at home, comforted by the fact that I was surrounded by nearly 40,000 people that had at least one major thing in common with me, the love of the Red Sox.