All around us, people were cheering, singing along with the Standells’ “Dirty Water” as it echoed from Fenway. Many held cellphones high into the air to shoot video of the celebratory crowd cheering, jumping, throwing their fists into the air as the streets filled with the home crowd. Others were running up and down the street, sharing high fives, hugs. I was on the receiving end of quite a few.
Walking back to Boston Common an hour later, we were talking about going to Fenway again if the World Series comes back home for games six and seven. I have since checked with my wife, so I can certify that neither of us would give it a second thought. We’ll be there, wearing our home game whites.
We were maybe halfway on our journey back to our car when a woman sitting outside of her apartment, taking a drag from a cigarette, stopped us in our tracks.
Seeing our “15” and “33” home jerseys, she asked if we were at the game.
Grinning, my wife said, “Yes, we were.”
Dustin Luca is a staff writer for the Andover Townsman and an ardent Red Sox fan.