I named my son Fenway. Red Sox Nation. Fenway Park where baseball is still baseball and not a distraction for the shopping mall under the seats
No blaring ads, no hoopla, no fake audience noise. Baseball. My first game there was in 1962. Sox versus the Kansas City Athletics. With my brother and my father. I can’t recall who won, but I can relive the amazement of climbing to the stop of the stairs of the first base seats. Baseball.