Making Memories at Fenway Park

Thanks to Fenway Sports Management for taking me to Fenway for a fantastic tour and then to a game as part of a family outreach session. I was not required to blog about it and wasn’t compensated for this post.

You know how there’s stuff you always want to do but you get so busy and your life just fills up and then you realize it just never got done? For me, one of those things was seeing a Red Sox game at Fenway. At least, it was until last week. 

Photo from Gilda Aliberti
The bloggy crew checking out the park.
Photo from Gilda Aliberti

While we were there we talked about all the things that can get in the way of getting to a game. Finding a date, getting the tickets, working out the logistics, it can seem overwhelming. 

The thing is, though, sometimes the special stuff takes a little extra effort. And sometimes you can’t control every last detail. But that’s how memories get made.

Everyone remembers the first time they went to a baseball game as a kid. I do. It was Dodger Stadium. I was about 10. I’ve been to Candlestick Park in San Francisco, to Minute Maid Park in Houston, to Turner Field in Atlanta. And now I can add Fenway to my list. (It’s worth noting that baseball is the only sport where I’ve attended a major league game.)

I definitely need to take Graham. What better place to go for your first game than historic Fenway Park? What better sport to see live for the first time than baseball? A ball, a bat, a glove. You throw, you hit, you catch. You count 1, 2, 3. You run around the bases. They’re the kind of simple rules any kid can grasp. 

I walked along the Green Monster. I ate a Fenway Frank covered in grilled onions. (The kid at the counter looked at me a little funny, but I am of the belief that most things taste better with onions.) I wore my Red Sox hat. I sang Sweet Caroline. 

Oh, and I took about a bajillion pictures.







Did I forget to mention batting practice? I even managed to get a couple of the ball in motion!

batting collage

Oh, camera. Have I told you lately how much I love you? Batting practice was tricky to photograph, but yeah. Way cool for this budding shutterbug.

The fine folks from Fenway sent us home with a bag of Kid Nation goodies. Graham was enamored. He insisted on wearing his new too-big jersey over his other Red Sox shirt. He also demanded to wear his hat to his soccer game. Oh, and the lunch bag has replaced the almighty Thomas the Tank Engine. Powerful stuff.

Graham the Red Sock

I need to teach this kid to sing Take Me Out to the Ball Game so he’s ready…

Who’s already started making baseball memories with their kids? And what are your baseball memories with your parents?


  1. says

    Fenway was my first pro ball game – double header RedSox v. Indians I think. I sat through both games at like 2 and a half.

    What can I say? We’re a RedSox family (rumor has it, one of my grandparent’s first dates was a mixer to Fenway)

    An interesting note about baseball and most of the kids on the Asperger spectrum or Asperger like spectrum that I’ve ever met. It’s a match made in Heaven.
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  2. Ropnmom says

    I am so glad you had fun. I would have loved to have gone, while I am not such a big Red Sox fan, I am a big fan of Mike Napoli who got traded to the Red Sox this year.
    We have taken our older kids to a couple of Boise Hawks games. They are a local-ish minor league team. Those games are so much fun! One of our favorite memories was that the kids got to stand outside of the locker room after a game and all of the players signed autographs as they came out. The kids have those balls sitting on their dressers and they still talk about it. Can’t wait to go back!

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