Fenway on Friday...Manny's return...I saw many people wearing Dodger blue and white, numbers and names from the past and present--Gibson, Koufax, Ethier, Ramirez--and even the flag from the Dominican Republic.  What a wonderful melting pot in Fenway Park!

When I started going to Fenway in the 1960s, often there were fewer than 5,000 in the entire park.  When the organist (Mr. Kiley) played the organ, the notes echoed off the stands.  Not so these days.  I have trouble getting tickets.  Last night I was in the next-to-last row in the right-field grandstand.  No matter, though.  It was FENWAY PARK! 

For those of you lucky enough to live in Boston, treasure what you have.  I have memories of having been a fortunate teenager who was blessed with baseball galore at Fenway in the 1960s and '70s.  Now I live 200 miles away and have to subscribe to MLB TV and MLB.com (thank goodness they exist!).  But nothing--nothing--beats the feeling that I had last night at Fenway Park.

I may live in upstate New York, but my heart is still there every summer, with the boys of summer, with the crowds singing "Sweet Caroline," with the vendors tossing their wares to the people in the stands.  This team has been my team, win or lose, for more than half of a century.  

I love being a Sawxhead!