I said there’d be a part two to the mischief…
Note: Parts of this story have been fictionalized.
So after promising to never repeat my actions after going to the Stanley Cup for free, I ended up doing it again four months later. 2014 was going to be Derek Jeter’s final season playing and it bothered me that I wasn’t able to go to a game in New York to see him one last time. My friend Tom goes to Northeastern University in Boston and we’re both die-hard Yankees fans, so he told me, the last time we hung out before school, Jeter’s last three games would be in Boston and we could “should pull some shit.”
That Friday finally comes and I hustle home from school, put on a suit (I thought we’d be going to that nights game when I arrived), and hop a train to Penn. From there, it’s a three and a half hour ride to Boston on the Acela. Ended up being a four and a half because someone had a medical emergency and we got held up somewhere in Rhode Island. That would kill any plans of going to the game that night so when I got there, Tom took me to his dorm and we played beer pong with his roommates. Jeter didn’t even play that night.
As much as I dislike their sports teams, I love Boston. It’s a gorgeous city with more history than a textbook. Fenway Park is a 10 minute walk from Tom’s dorm and I think how much more broke I would be if I lived 10 minutes from an MLB ballpark. Anyway, we wake up late and basically go straight to Fenway. Tom has to make a pit stop so he can put the finishing touches on our “media passes” for the day:
Of course we have to wear our suits and of course it turned out to be the hottest weekend of that summer. We’re drenched before we even get to the game. The big screen in centerfield would say it was 92 degrees that first day.
We get to the big, green stadium and we use the passes to walk in through a medical area since the regular media entrance seemed too well guarded. Through this medical area, we walked through what I thought was the Red Sox players’ parking lot since there were a bunch of nice cars in there. Since Fenway is over 100 years old, it doesn’t mesh well with security. It’s not manned as well as places like Barclays Center or the new Yankee Stadium.
Jeter would see limited action the two games he did play. Saturday, he would only get two at-bats while being the DH so we didn’t even get to see him field. But I did get my best views of the weekend:
Since we didn’t have tickets, we couldn’t sit anywhere. Not at least until after Jeter was taken out. The passes let us walk anywhere without question. About half the stadium would clear out when that happened and it would usually be early, around the 5th inning. Jeter went 1-2 the first day.
Sunday was the big day. The Sox had a big ceremony planned and the park was sold out again. The pre-game celebration consisted of David Ortiz bringing out a gift and a large check for Jeter’s Turn 2 Foundation, followed by on-field greeting from every living Red Sox player to have a number retired, the entire 2014 team, and weirdly enough, they brought out some Boston sports greats like Troy Brown who played for the Patriots, Paul Pierce who played for the Celtics — and was playing for Washington at the time — and Bobby Orr from the Bruins. It was quite the gathering.
Another boiling hot day too but the park was still sold out. Jeter would gather one more hit before he would get pulled to one of the loudest ovations I’ve ever experienced in person. In Boston, nonetheless. We would stay for the rest of this game so we could get one final look at Jeter in his Yankee threads before he fled to Tampa for retirement.
To cap off the great day, Jeff Gordon would win the NASCAR race, too.
It’s still weird a couple years later watching the Yankees without Jeter…