I’ve been a sports fan my entire life. From birth my father
instilled in me the basics, and from then on he taught me almost everything I
could ever know. The best thing about my dad and I is that we love any sport
you could think of and our passion grows everyday. When it comes to baseball,
my dad and I have this bucket list sort of thing. The goal is to visit all of
the major league baseball parks.
Visiting 30
baseball parks across America in a lifetime is something that every sports fan
could only ever dream of. There’s something about being in those historical
parks that literally give me chills just thinking back to them. Fenway Park; without
a doubt one of the best nights of my life. The comeback that came with the game
that I went to was like something I had never seen before. The plus side of going
to Fenway last season was that the Red Sox ended up winning the World Series,
and the game I went to was just flat out proof that they were supposed to be
champions.
It was the
bottom of the 9th inning and the Bo Sox were down 7-2 against the
Seattle Mariners. My dad was bugging me telling me that we should just leave
because there was no way Boston would come back from that kind of deficit in
the bottom of the 9th with 1 out. Well for once, arguing with my
father actually paid off. I begged him to let us stay to finish the game. I
mean we were at Fenway Park, why would we leave early? It was Daniel Nava’s at
bat that kicked off the 9th inning heroics. It happened all so fast,
all I remember now was balls flying left right and center. Homer, walk, single,
double. I couldn’t believe what was happening right in front of my eyes. The
Red Sox had 1 out, and the game looked as if it was done… but not quite. Fenway
Park was rumbling. Half of the seats were empty because a lot of people were
like my dad and wanted to leave to beat the rush (I bet at that moment when
they went home to see the score of the game that they wished they had a
persistent daughter like me). The whole Park had their rally caps on. It was
something out of a movie scene. The winning run by Daniel Nava was hit and the
Park went wild. The Red Sox had walked off the win, 8-7. Everyone ran out of
the dugout to celebrate yet another walk off win. If that isn’t a beautiful
game to be at… I don’t know what is.
Remembering
the crowd, replaying the game in my head, thinking back to hear the ballpark
roar, I’ll never forget it. Nor do I ever want to forget it. It was about one
year ago to the day. A day that I’ll certainly remember for the rest of my
life.
In a couple
of days I will be sitting at Wrigley Field, watching the Chicago Cubs vs. the
Tampa Bay Rays, hoping and praying that I can witness another beautiful game at
another beautiful ballpark. I’d like to think that my dad won’t ask to leave
the game early this time.
