Cheers to Fenway!

      What you have to understand about Saturday was that it was magical. For six and 1/3 innings Fenway was quiet.  More than quiet, still. No one moved for beers.  The bottom of the inning was just something to get through. Lester was perfect.
    No walks no hits.  I have yet to be at a no-hitter, never mind a perfect game. You ever gaze out at the Grand Canyon and realize a photo just won’t do it any justice?  That was Saturday.
    I woke up today bought the Globe to have with my tea only to pick up the old Sunday Globe instead. I needed to relive the perfect (well perfect enough) Saturday.
My cousin, a Yankees fan, but on that night a baseball fan, said to me, could you imagine if Young had flu tonight?
    The only two hits Lester allowed both came from Young.  It was a NESN classic caliber game. A different legend of Fenway seemed to find a way into each of his pitches.      What you have to understand about Saturday was that it was magical. For six and 1/3 innings Fenway was quiet.  More than quiet, still. No one moved for beers.  The bottom of the inning was just something to get through. Papis homer was great but Lester, Lester was perfect.
    No walks no hits.  I have yet to be at a no-hitter, never mind a perfect game. You ever gaze out at the Grand Canyon and realize a photo just won’t do it any justice?  That was Saturday.
    I woke up today bought the Globe to have with my tea only to pick up the old Sunday Globe instead. I needed to relive the perfect (well perfect enough) Saturday.
My cousin, a Yankees fan, but on that night a baseball fan, said to me, could you imagine if Young had flu tonight?
    The only two hits Lester allowed both came from Young.  It was a NESN classic caliber game. A different legend of Fenway seemed to find a way into each of his pitches.  For less than two and a half hours we were able to forget about hockey and basketball.  Boston once again became the center of the sports universe, and it felt damn god to be back.
    Now with the Yankees and rain coming to Boston we can only hope to get another glimpse of such summer perfection.
For less than two and a half hours we were able to forget about hockey and basketball.  Boston once again became the center of the sports universe, and it felt damn god to be back.
    Now with the Yankees and rain coming to Boston we can only hope to get another glimpse of such summer perfection.