The Park

Untill most recently I found myself considerably frustrated by the ambiguous manner in which we were instructed to approach the semester project. Luckily after meeting with David, I was able to discern some semblence of clarity regarding some appropriate means. I spontaneously mentioned my affinity for baseball and the Boston Red Sox ans he and I mutually agreed that it might be quite intersting and rewarding if I were to write about Boston's Fenway Park given that it is place that posesses great importance for thousands of people. For me it evokes many profound and intimate emotions, and I would love to look into the metaphysical profundity that makes Fenway so much more than just a building. I believe that it has, in some way, a quasi-spiritual aspect to it that is capable of leaving indelible and magical impacts in the people who visit it.


Newman: June 14, 1987.... Mets Phillies. We're enjoying a beautiful afternoon in the right field stands when a crucial Hernandez error gave way to a five run Phillies ninth. Cost the Mets the game.
Kramer: Our day was ruined. There was a lot of people, you know, they were waiting by the player's parking lot. Now we're coming down the ramp... Newman was in front of me. Keith was coming toward us, as he passes Newman turns and says, "Nice game pretty boy." Keith continued past us up the ramp.
Newman: A second later, something happened that changed us in a deep and profound way front that day forward.
Elaine: What was it?
Kramer: He spit on us.... and I screamed out, "I'm hit!"
Newman: Then I turned and the spit ricochet of him and it hit me