Fenway is the oldest ballpark in America. My grandparents and parents attended games there, and there's nothing like the first time you go and walk up the ramp and see that emerald jewel of a field with the Green Monster (the famous left field wall, aka the Wall) rising majestically up to the sky. You can feel the history in the place! The park has been renovated in the past ten years but if you look at a photograph from any decade before this one, it's basically the same.
To all those (some in Boston) who say tear down the park and build a new one because it'd be "more comfortable", begone, I say! Take your philistine attitude and leave the park to those who appreciate it. They'd tear it down and build a replica and after the novelty wore off people would be pining for the old place, and then it would be too late. *shakes head*
There is something about buildings that last and house several generations. It's one of the reasons I hated the fire in Batman Begins and its destruction of Wayne Manor. Sure, Bruce rebuilt it to look exactly the same (and will we see it finally in The Dark Knight Rises?) but it's not the same.
To those who complain the seats are too small and uncomfortable, lose a few pounds! You could probably afford to, after all. The only people with legitimate gripes are those in right field where the seats face the bullpen instead of home plate or those whose seats are behind one of the posts.
There's something about a place where Ted Williams hit .406 in 1941 and Carl Yastrzemski won the Triple Crown in his incredible clutch year of 1967 and the team finally won in 2004 after 86 years. Appreciate the park and be glad it's still here unlike the Polo Grounds or Ebbets Field or any of the old ballyards.
I have happy memories of sitting in those wooden seats and eating hot dogs and Hood's ice cream while watching the Red Sox take on the Yankees and other teams. One time they came back in the 9th inning versus the Yanks after being down 10 runs. We screamed ourselves hoarse that day! :)
My parents had great memories, too, and my grandparents came with us to some games. My grandfather was always a fan but my grandmother became one later in life and loved the team. My dad remembered going to games with his father and my mother remembered going with her favorite uncle. They sat in the same seats and ate the same food and watched baseball, and it's a grand tradition.
Happy Birthday, Fenway! :)