My Red Sox Journey
By Glenn C. Silva, Neighb News Photographer/ Correspondent
I hadn’t quite recovered from game three of the World Series. The game had lasted seven hours, 20 minutes and an incredible 18 innings. I had watched most of it and during the long stretch of no-run innings was able to verify via the Internet that we were besting a lot of records with this game, a game in which we lost 3-2 to the Los Angeles Dodgers who still trailed 2-1 in the series.
So when we won the next two games and hoisted the trophy the questions were swirling in my sleep-deprived brain. When would the parade be? How quick could those duck boats be ready? Most importantly, how could I be part of this wonderful celebration? Luckily my editor, as busy as she is, was on-board with my request, and on Wednesday I was on the 5:50 a.m. bus into Boston, armed with my gear, my press pass, and only 90 minutes of sleep from the night before. I was running on pure adrenalin.
I ran into a lot of Red Sox fans along my journey and they weren’t all locals either. There were the guys on the bus visiting from Puerto Rico in Sox jerseys. They were going to the parade to cheer on Coach Alex Cora who is also from PR. They had never ridden the T or any sort of rapid public transport so I made sure to get them to Fenway. There was the group of college kids attending BU that I stopped to talk to. They were from Texas, Washington DC, the country of India, and even from LA but all die-hard Red Sox fans and dressed in Sox garb to prove it. There was a guy from Lehman College/ Bronx, NY. He had grown up in Boston, moved to NY for school in the 80’s and made his life in NY, but here he was. He had taken a six-hour bus ride and “Nothing was going to stop” him from celebrating with “his Sox.”
There were a lot of locals here too. Not quite the million that the news had predicted might show but it was in the hundreds of thousands.
I checked into the media gate promptly at 9 a.m. and through the tunnel I went. Within minutes I was standing on the red clay we see on TV during the games. It’s harder than I expected. I had made it this far. Now what?
There were reporters and news crews milling about and it was still cold but warming up. There were maybe 800 season ticket holders that were in attendance in the stands above the first base line and a small stage that had the trophies out on display. I got to go up on stage and take pictures of the trophies before everything started and of course took a selfie to say I was there. But it was still sort of quiet.
That’s when I spotted a guy and his son playing out just past the shortstop area in left field. Was it? Could it be? It was Brock Holt and his son. How cool was that. Then everyone spotted him and it was game on and time to get to work.
The event started and the fans went crazy. There were speeches from the mayor, the coach, and some of the players. I got to hear Coach Cora say, “We scored 16 at Yankee Stadium. Suck on it.”
But Cora also joked that some might have been ready to have him fired when the team was down 4-0 in the 7th inning of Game 4 of the World Series, with the Dodgers close to evening the series at that point to two games apiece. But the Red Sox rallied and went on to win that game and won Game 5 and the title the next night.
When the players were done with their stage appearances they were just milling about on the field casually giving interviews and getting ready for the parade. I got to thank the owner, John Henry for a great season and wish Brock Holt a good offseason. I got to fist-bump a few guys and even big Papi (David Ortiz) was there.
Then it was 11 a.m. and time for the parade. So far I had seen a lot of people but not what I experienced when I exited Fenway and turned the corner onto Lansdowne Street. The fans must have been a half block deep from the parade and they were everywhere. They were on top of the gas station and just about every other building in sight. There were fans on the tops of city trucks and any type of structure that gave you even the slightest height advantage to view those duck boats and the players.
If the sights weren’t enough, there was the deafening roar of the crowd and the booms of the confetti cannons. It was insanity, and so worth it! I had made it. It’s an experience I will never forget.
Here’s a stat that won’t ever be mentioned in the books. I have been attending Red Sox games on and off for many, many years. I have seen them lose at home and on the road, during the day and at night. I’ve seen them lose in the spring, summer, and fall, and in the rain AND snow. I’ve seen them blow a five-run lead late into the 8th inning. This year I FINALLY saw the Red Sox win this past summer in person. I remember thinking during that game’s celebration, wouldn’t it be great if they went all the way this year? Wishes do come true and I have the confetti to prove it!
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