Just a Walk in the Park

On the last day both Alex and I got a chance to sleep in which was great. We ate breakfast and watched some show about people who wanted to be superheros. It was pretty funny watching these grown men and women running around in homemade costumes. Could not think of a better way to start the last day then eating some of Mama Bea's Apple Butter.

Paul dropped us off in Wellsely Hills and the weather was absolutly gorgous. I could not belive that it was the last day, that we were ten miles from our destination. So we walked and our pace was faster than it was normally. Our frienc Scottie called up Alex and we stopped and ate lunch at his apartment across the street from B.C. Part of me didnt want to continue on, I didnt want this whole thing to end. I was having fun, we were doing something different that seemed to excite stragers and friends alike...now it will all be over.

Boston kind of snuck up on me. The suburban homes of Newton gradually giving way to large office buildings and apartments. Seeing the T go by made me think, "wow we are here". Will met up with us when we were on Beacon Street. I was glad that he could meet up with us for a bit he is one of my favorite Red Sox fans. The last two miles went kind of quick, the Citgo sign was visible and I felt my stomach drop when it first came into view.

Fenway kind of just appeared on us. Liz was there with Iced Coffee and so was Josh and Ben from the Red Sox Stories. This was is it, it was one of those moments that at the time means so much but the reality does not set in until later. We turned the corner of Yawkey Way and both touched the buidling right under te plaque dedicated to Tom Yawkey. I gave Bea a big hug because without him this whole thing could not have been possible.

Alex, Will, Liz and I were led into Fenway Park to be interviewd. The groundscrew was out touching up the field for tonights game. NESN was setting up a chair for their pregame show and Alex and I took in the beauty of Fenway Park. Seeing a stadium empty is a sight, seeing Fenway Park getting its final touches like a movie star before a shoot is awe inspiring. This is how baseball stadiums should be, small and cozy. Every seat a great a view, and in some cases people sitting on top of the players. If you have not been there, you need to go. Make a pilgrimage, smell the grass, see the bluest blues and the greenest green you will ever see. I was glad to be sharing this moment with people who would appreciate it so much.

So we went back to Liz's, showered and went to a Marist Alumni event at Jillians before the game. Free food and a ballgame with my friends was a perfect way to ends this thing. Sox lost and Beckett got shelled which made me happy. I sang Sweet Caroline with the rest of the fans, booed the wave, and jumped up when I saw the Yankee score. Speaking of the Yanks while Alex and I walked the Yanks went 10-5, 11-5 if you count the game Alex and I went on the 17th. Not bad, not great but not bad.

Finally, I want to thank Alex. Bea organized this trip and if it wasnt for him I never would have made it out of the Bronx, I mean it. When I did not have my hydropack he would stop from time to time and make sure I had some water to drink. When I fell behing he would stop and wait for me. Talking with hime during the walk was great and it made the time and miles go by. Hes going to Viginia Tech for his Masters and will be a T.A. so wish him the best of luck.

I will probably post a few more times but thanks for reading this while we walked.