I remember my first Red Sox game ever. I was about 10 years old at my first game with my uncle. I was standing at the edge of the Sox dugout, where John Valentin (old SS/3B) was playing catch with another player before the game.He was one of my favorite players at the time, so I just stood peacefully and watched while dozens of others, children and teenagers, cheered and screamed for him to throw them his ball.Of course I was not expecting to get much of anything, so I stood quietly and watched. I saw Valentin glance over straight at me, and saw that I was the only one not screaming for his attention, he looked me in the eye and rolled me the ball across the dugout. My uncle quickly grabbed it and cheered, then handed me the ball.This was my most exciting Red Sox game ever.

Best times were in the 60's when my mother would take us to the game and we would sit in the bleachers for $2.Of course the playoff game in 1978 was very exciting although it had a disappointing ending.Now any time I can get tickets is fun.

The Redsox are not just the average baseball team. They stand for loyalty, friendship, courage and honor. Being from Boston I have had my heart broken, mended, broken again and then re-mended by the Redsox. I know what Fenway smells like on opening day, I know the aroma of a Fenway frank and I know the taste of my own tears during the bottom of the 9th. What an amazing tribute to Fenway and the Sox. Bravo Boston Magazine, Bravo.

I remember this October night like it was yesterday. We rocked back and forth to some Sweet Caroline in the eighth eagerly awaiting that ninth inning. Papelbon shut the Angels down while the Magic and buzz loomed in the air. Ramirez came up with two on maneuvering the bat like a toothpick on his shoulder....and there it goes!!! Walk-off 3-run bomb to take the series and a nostalgic pose of Ramirez at home plate hands raised and staring into the sky line. Now when my buddy asked me about this game he said how was it in Fenway? I told him I wasn’t in Fenway. I was at the bar having a drink with my future wife. Yes I had tickets but I missed one of the most memorable games in probably my Red Sox history to get to know a girl. Biggest mistake of my life...after a divorce in late 2008 this moment still haunts me until this day.

It was what could have been the last inning of the 2004 red sox season. My friend and I just wantched the yankees man handle the sox for 8 innings. Sunday nite windind down in october, we left early. I remember walking down boylston st. looking back at fenway, there was a large picture of jonny damon on the billboard, I said 'see you next year jonny'. A car goes driving back, the night very quiet, with the radio on and you could hear it in the annoncers voice "THE RED SOX ARE COMING BACK, THIS COULD BE JUST WHAT THEY NEEDED, DAVID ROBERTS IS COMING HOME"..that year they ended the 86 year curse. I'll never forget that walk back to my car, they had turned it around. I had already left what was the most significant game of the RED SOX postseason ever. But, I was just as excited as if I was still standing there with the 36,000 other fans. You could hear the stadium roar in the distance...

I was lucky enough to get a birthday present from a friend of mine which were of course Red Sox tickets for a game on September 1st. This was of course the day when Clay Buckholtz pitched his no hitter in 2007. The place was electric and I will never forget it. My birthday was the next day and we had an extra reason to celebrate after the game when the clock struck midnight.

I remember going to Red Sox games with my dad and siblings when I was about 10 years old. Before the season, we would get the sunday paper which had the entire red sox schedule and a ticket order form. No internet back then. We would order the tickets and then wait, impatiently, for that game day to arrive. We would all pile into the station wagon and go into Fenway. We would sit in the infield grandstand. We wouldn't leave until the final pitch, regardless of the score or weather. I'll never forget it.