Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Travel Log: Vacation '26 (Part 3 of 4): Fenway Park

Editor's Note - This is the third of a four-part series summarizing our wonderful vacation of 2026. I will return to #CoachJeff's regular format next week.

You didn't actually think you'd get through a week of blog posts without a mention of baseball...did ya?

Well, for those who were worried (and even those who weren't) today's post focuses on our day at Fenway Park. When I wrote the piece summarizing my quest to visit all 30 ballparks back in the spring, I noted that the classic parks - Wrigley, Dodger Stadium, and Fenway are in a class by themselves. And after our day at the corner of Landsdowne Street and Brookline Avenue, I'm more convinced of the fact that ever.

And here's a bonus: It just so happened that my favorite team, the Atlanta Braves were the opponents for our vacaation baseball day. So much the better. 

I will confess it was hard not to root for the home team, however. 

The Braves won the game in convincing fashion, 10-2, thus depriving the contest of any drama. Ronald Acuña Jr. burst the game open with a grand slam over the Green Monster. in the sixth inning. At that moment, you could feel the New England air deflate from the crowd. 



Normally, I would have been sad along with the Red Sox faithful but not on this day. I didn't chop and chant as some Braves fans did that day. But I did cheer.

Apart from the game itself, I took time to admire this venerable structure that opened in 1912.



Some highlights from the day:

  • Paul enjoyed a Fenway Frank
  • We strolled the grounds outside the park
  • We even sang along with "Sweet Caroline" in the 8th inning

I'd say all of that adds up to a full day and a rich experience.

When you are fortunate enough to enjoy such a rewarding vacation, it's hard to pick one moment or one event as your favorite from the entire trip. But it sure would be hard to bet against a beautiful spring day at Fenway.

JG


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