I went to Fenway for the first time in a dog's age the other night and watched the Sox lose to Cleveland on a series of Jed Lowrie missed-opportunities. While the outcome was unfavorable, Fenway has not lost any of its charms or ambiance. Allow me to paint a quick sketch, if you will..
A comrade from northern Maine and I were stashed up in the right field grandstands- section 5, hidden under the foreboding pall of the upper deck (which did nothing to warm an already frigid evening, I might add). There were no cup holders, no heated seats, no fan-friendly, turn-of-the-century amenities like those that soothe the spoiled bosoms of the "fans" in Arizona or St. Petersburg. Denizens of Section 5 are satisfied with a cocktail of baseball, bellowed obscenities and the rank perfume of spilled beer.
