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OPENING DAY

Fenway's diamond wrapped in green. The sleeping jewel of Boston, the long-ago home of the Babe and the Splendid Splinter, Yaz and Fisk, born again on an April day. All around, the Nation's red flowed like blood down Beacon, Boylston and Brookline, B's capping wide smiles, to fill the tiny seats made for kinsmen from a different era. Under the shadow of the The Green Monster, Lansdowne street is littered with the jetsam of camped fans. The hardy faithful who waited through the morning chill for a ticket have drifted into the park like the steam from the griddle of a sausage vendors. The smell of onions and peppers is as pervasive as the calls for, "Get your hot sausage here". We enter the park under bleachers to the swarm of grown adults feeling the inspiration of Spring, and long lines for beer and franks. The fans posing with the statue of Wally act like the children they are again. We fought the throng through the park's dark belly, going against the flow,