Remember your first

Two weeks ago I had the opportunity to attend a Sox and Blue Jays game with Ed, his brother-in-law Eric and his son Makenna. They live in Pennsylvania and were out this way for Jason‘s East Coast wedding reception, a “Shindig,” and Jason’s parents made many tickets available to people that made the trip. (Ed has written up a nice account of the time and posted it and my comments are over there so I’ll skip that part here.)

Kenna is a big Sox fan — he can recognize Jeff Bailey, can you? — and this was his first game at Fenway Park, so a pretty big deal. I tried to get them tickets at the end of last year and again earlier this summer, but they both didn’t work out for scheduling reasons, so I was psyched that he was finally going to get to a game. There’s something about that first time. I think it really can be magical and it is certainly something you want every kid to experience.

So, that day, it rains cats and dogs, much like this weekend, and you have to wonder if the game is even going to happen. If it doesn’t it was unlikely they’d be here for a makeup since there was already a doubleheader the next day and they were leaving for home on Sunday. Luckily, the rain did taper off enough for the game to be played after a delayed start.

State Street Pavillion seat viewNow, the seats were up in the State Street Pavillion and we were in the first row of the top section, so just under cover where we remained nice and dry for the duration. I don’t think the rest of the family was as lucky. It was a good game too. Wakefield, who I had already seen pitch 4 out of 5 games I had been to this year, had a shutout thru eight, but didn’t finish it off even though his pitch count was 93. Definitely the best performance out of the now five, but what’s up with that? I mean really, it became a joke that he was pitching every game I was going to this year. At least the other start was a D-Mat win against a Josh Hamilton-less (grumble) Texas.

Tangent aside, as we were leaving the game, I realized that my first game at Fenway Park was against the Blue Jays too. I was younger than Kenna, probably eight, and not yet a diehard baseball fan — I played hockey, but more on that in a bit — so I don’t think it was quite the deal to me, besides the fact that I did live in the state. Back on track, I remembered that our seats were in the same general area, the first base side sky boxes, but a little closer to the plate than this night. So, how weird is that?

It got me thinking about whether I remembered my other firsts for professional sports. I do remember my first Pats game being against the Houston Oilers and it was probably one or two years before 85, so they weren’t very good. My memory believes that was the only game they won that year, but that is not so. The internets tell me differently, so that’s weird.

I definitely couldn’t tell you what my first Bruins or Celtics game was. I think my first Celts was probably around the same time as the Pats one because I think the same person would have brought me, but Bruins would probably have been earlier than that. In the end, as a kid prior to getting out of high school, I definitely saw a lot more Bruins and Celts games than Sox or Pats. A lot of that was due to my paper route for the Patriot Ledger, but also because I played hockey and that was what I wanted to see. Since high school it has been all about the Sox and I have gone to a lot of games. Going to Pats games has really just been over the last 3-4 years.

Back to the game at hand, we all had a good time and it was a good weekend as a whole. Soon Jason and his parents will bringing his little ones to a game. It also makes me think that when the time comes for Ed to bring his kids, I want to be there for that too, especially since his might be as close as I’ll ever get to having my own! If I already have one out there, you should let me know. I’m sure it was the result of one of my many homances. Hanging with Chip and Whit bring out the worst in me. šŸ˜‰

The only thing that was too bad was none of us had a real camera, so camera phone pics are all there are, except I did hear there was a FanFoto pic of the three others prior to my arrival, so I guess those guys are good for something. I would have brought my gear, but with the threat of rain and not knowing where the seats were (i.e. covered), I didn’t bring it. I’ll have to be better prepared given another chance with Colin and Aria. šŸ™‚

So what about you? Do you remember your first(s)?