Hello from the press box from Fenway Park, where I am listening to the Fenway tour and the story of the Green Monster. FYI: Fenway was built in 1912, within days of the Titanic going down. That’s as much a touch of symbolism of Red Sox lore as the sale of Babe Ruth to the Yankees. By the way, Ruth wasn’t the only move to the Yankees. There was a virtual pipeline to New York, and Red Ruffing also moved south.
This is truly one of the jewels of sports. It’s cramped, the concourses are tight, but there’s history everywhere you look, beginning with the Ted Williams statue outside the park. There are photos and reprints of newspaper front pages throughout the press box and stadium. You can’t turnaround without seeing some Red Sox memorabilia.
I’m convinced no other city is as passionate about its baseball team as Boston is about the Red Sox. Even the city buses have Go Red Sox electric signs. There’s not a bar or restaurant that doesn’t have a sign saying to come in and watch the Red Sox.
It’s just not that way anywhere else. The Yankees take pride in their past, but they don’t flaunt it at the Stadium the way the Red Sox do. The Mets don’t either. The closest I’ve seen was Dodger Stadium.
I grew up in Cleveland, and in the old stadium there was a Cleveland Indians Hall of Fame inside the park. I’d love to see the Mets do that in their new place. Photos and old uniforms, bats and balls. Newspaper clippings. Perhaps even a video room where there could be a continuous running of Mets history documentary.