A couple final thoughts before I move on to making tonight's GT:
1. We took the Worcester/Framingham commuter rail into Fenway, and I highly recommend it. You get right out at that Yawkey station, and it really couldn't be more convenient, especially on a night when Mike Pence was in town, causing massive delays on the Pike.
2. I don't care how old you are, hanging out on Yawkey Way before the gates open, then going inside and getting your first view of the field never gets old. Even with the tarp on Fenway maintains its beauty.
3. One of the friends I brought to the game is a Yankees fan from California (don't blame him since the closest team to him is the A's). He's been to Fenway before, but I gave him a mini tour of sorts, and it was fun to see his face. From our perch behind home plate we walked down into the left field corner to watch Stanton getting a lesson on how to play the wall, then we walked all the way around. I showed him Canvas Alley, then the right field corner, then the bullpen area grandstands, the triangle, and then stood at the wall in straight away center, which I think is one of the most underrated Fenway views. That was fun.
4. There were a couple of Yankee fans near us that were pretending to be the Bleacher Creatures, and they got shut down repeatedly throughout the game. The most amusing part was when Judge came up to bat down 14-1, and they started an MVP chant.
5. There was a time in which I felt bad for my Yankees fan friends when a drunk-off-his-ass Sox fan started verbally abusing them. Luckily, he stopped before I worked up the balls to go interfere.
6. I don't know how people think the Yankees bullpen is supposed to be good. Every time I remember Kahnle pitching at Fenway, he gives up at least 3 runs. Shreve is a slightly less consistent version of Matt Barnes, and boy, do the Yankees play some bad defense right now.
7. There was a very good vibe at the game, despite the temperature. The game was sold out, and about 98% of the seats were filled, and after the 6th inning, it just became one giant dance fest. Let the good times roll. Sweet Caroline was louder than I remember it being in some time, even though many had begun to head home at that point.
8. Thankfully, my friends let me stay until the end. I've been on the other side of those games, so I know how hard it is.
I have a couple pictures, if anybody wants to see them. It's just from different vantage points from the walk we took before the game, nothing special.