Not too many dogs could say that the regularly played with baseballs from Fenway Park.
But Boomer did!
We had season tickets to Fenway for the years 2000-2002 (unfortunately, the three years that they didn’t make the playoffs!).
Over the course of time, Matthew and I figured out where to stand in order to get baseballs. The best time, obviously, was right when the gates opened 90 minutes before the game. Indeed, the first time Matthew ever walked in to Fenway a Boston police officer gave him a baseball. Jason Varitek gave him a lot of baseballs. We would catch them during batting practice. Carl Everett, Boston’s center fielder, would throw them into the bleachers after warming up before the 9th inning.
Each time we came home with a ball, we would put it up on the wall, or in a case, or somewhere else special. Boomer would eye them with interest.
After a while, however, we had SO MANY BALLS from Fenway we just let Boomer have them. We would come home and let him out of the house and start throwing him a ball from Fenway.
He was certainly spoiled from that standpoint!
We had a bucket of balls, and below is a picture of them.
