Withered through time, the oldest home of baseball stood unfettered amid the bustling modern panacea of luxury.
Born on September 1911, it has been the most worshipped park by its loving and faithful denizens. Tears and blood flowed from bleacher to the field for such long and agonizing years of unfruitful fights. Fourscore and six. Too long of a lifetime to see a world championship banner hoisted in between. Decades of defeat believed to have been caused by a curse dissipated in a magical moment on Oct. 17, 2004. That day, the dormant spirits of Fenway Park awaken and rewrite history.
Most of other baseball homes has been rebuilt, moved and renamed to follow suit the ever changing times. Sure, there were aplenty modifications and annexes built but the essence of its original state still unperturb. In its majestic yet gentle and frail abode, it encompass the grand atmosphere of watching a game every fan longs for. Never a dull moment. As defeat has always been the bane, camaraderie, hecklings and the swan song of boo birds are but accolades to the game. Though, exultation in victory is sweeter.
Generations have multiplied, and it continue to serve and fill the need when a game is on. It is the home which currently holds the record for the longest consecutive sellout crowd. But time have had its ways of defying history. It may be the oldest baseball park to withstood through the years but eventually it will be laid to rest like any mortal being. We may never have to look further before it kisses the ground and bade adieu. I just wish I will be present when the last ball is thrown and witness the folding of the baseball bastion of shrines.