Game 13 vs. Baltimore Orioles: Patriots Day

I thought about talking about the Marathon Bombings, but honestly, I'm going to leave that to the real writers. I'm just a guy with a blog, so I'm going to stick with baseball.

My dad has been to maybe 3 baseball games at Fenway Park. The last time was in 2005 when he sat atop the Green Monster with a bunch of family. If my uncles didn't go, I'm pretty confident his streak of not attending a game at Fenway would have extended another decade.

One of my first games at Fenway was on Patriots Day, or Marathon Monday, in 1992. Coincidentally, this was my dad's last game until 2005. The Red Sox, with the great Jody Reed playing at second base, were playing the eventual World Series Champion Toronto Blue Jays. It was the third Monday in April, and the Red Sox were already in 4th place. 

I don't remember a lot about the game. My dad doesn't either. He just remembers the game going beyond the 9th inning, sitting in an uncomfortable chair for hours on end, and then watching the Red Sox cough up a loss at the end. Why would anyone sit that long to see a game end in a loss? So he made it a point to not return until he couldn't refuse. 

For what it's worth, he's come around to enjoying baseball...though even today he'll take a Boston Celtics game any day. I think he's been to the Garden more times than Fenway at this point.

Patriots Day is awesome. An entire region of the United States celebrates a day that the rest of the country pretty much ignores. Baseball at 11AM, crazy people running 26.2 miles to the heart of Boston, and everybody is off of work. The clip above was during the Red Sox game on Patriots Day. The awesomeness of this captures the overall essence of Patriots Day...but you probably won't understand until you've experienced it.

Put it on your bucket list if you haven't already. Boston is the place to be today.