Saturday, December 11Christmas at Fenway
I had just recovered from the lack of sleep during the 2004 postseason and its aftermath, when tickets were already on sale for the 2005 season. For the second year in a row, the Red Sox were hosting Christmas at Fenway, with four-game Sox Pax packages and single-game tickets for a few games in April and May. I had been buying the Opening Day package every year, and it used to be that people who had bought them the year before got the first chance the next year. But now they were up for grabs by anybody, including scalpers. Last year I had gotten to Fenway at 8 am, was #380 in line, and had my tickets by 11:00. This year I knew demand would be higher, because on Opening Day they'd be raising the Championship banner and handing out rings, all while playing the Yankees. There are always some people who camp out overnight, but I figured I'd hit the first train out of Riverside at 4:55 and be one of the first non-campers there. I made the train (the Red Sox are the only thing I will get up that early for!) and was at Fenway by 5:30 am.
The line started at Gate D on the corner of Yawkey Way and Van Ness Street. It was tent after tent of people who had stayed out in the pouring rain all night. The line of tents went down Van Ness to the Ted Williams statue, turned down Ipswich Street, around the corner past the Howard Johnson's and McDonald's on Boylston Street, then turned back onto Yawkey - all four sides of the whole block were tents of people who had been there all night. The end of the line went back to Gate D, then down Van Ness the other direction away from the park, which is where I finally found the end. I got in line, but it did not bode well. It was still dark as one group of campers played wiffle ball in the street. Then shortly after 6:00, the line started to compress as people came out of their tents. We followed the line back around the whole block and wound up on Van Ness near Gate B. The sidewalks were littered with tents, tarps, and folding chairs, abandoned by their owners when the line had moved up.
It was after 9:00 that I finally got in, but I was wristband #1140, which was not good at all. The .406 Club was already full, so we had to wait in the Hall of Fame Club downstairs, where we were able to watch on monitors as Larry Lucchino and Lenny DiNardo showed up with the World Series trophy. A little while later, it was announced that the Opening Day package was already sold out, and they were only up to #450, meaning there were a lot of people who were out in the rain all night who didn't even wind up with them, and it dampened my enthusiasm for the rest of the day. A short while later, they said they had a signing to announce. A couple of days earlier I had heard that a Pedro Martinez deal was all but official, and that an announcement would be imminent. So I assumed that's what the news would be today, but instead I was shocked to hear that the Sox had just signed David Wells to a two-year deal. That was really puzzling, because with Pedro about to re-sign and the Sox having the inside track on free agent Carl Pavano, I didn't see how a 41-year-old, former Yankee, all-around bum fit in. Did that mean Pavano was going to go elsewhere, or that - God forbid - Pedro was not coming back? At Christmas at Fenway last year, Keith Foulke's signing was met with applause. This announcement received confused silence and a smattering of boos.
The only redeeming thing about this day was the chance to get our pictures taken with the trophy for a donation in any amount to the Red Sox Foundation. My wristband number came up for trophy viewing before being able to buy tickets, so I went to the suite downstairs where it was on display. (And this time I got to touch it!) When I was done, I went up to the .406 Club, where Curt Schilling had arrived. He answered questions for about 45 minutes, and we gave him a huge standing ovation when he walked off, on crutches after his November ankle surgery.
By the time my friend and I were finally able to get tickets, there wasn't much left. We did manage to find a package that didn't conflict with any of the games in our Tenth Man Plan. We wound up piggy-backed, one behind the other, starting 41 rows back, but we were happy to at least get something.
Epilogue
2004 was certainly a historical season - not just because baseball history was reshaped by that lovable bunch of idiots - but because the personal history of myself and every other fan in Red Sox Nation changed for the better. I always knew they'd win it at some point in my lifetime, but the concept was always so abstract that it was impossible to imagine what it would be like. The world didn't end the night of October 27; instead a whole new world was born. We were liberated from 86 years of pain and frustration, and rewarded for all those dark, trying times when we kept the faith. Being able to see and touch the World Series trophy was the ultimate sign that I was in some small way responsible for the victory. Oh, sure, the players took care of the details on the field, but we fans have put our hearts and souls into this team for generations.
So even though I wasn't able to get a ticket for Opening Day, I'll be there in spirit that day and all year long. How could next year possibly top this one? I can't wait to find out!
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If you enjoyed my accounts of the 2004 season, you'll love Feeding the Green Monster by Rob Neyer. It was reading his book about the 2000 season that inspired me to write about my experiences in 2001-04. You can read the first chapter online by following the link below.