Sunday, September 27th 2015
After working Red Sox games for the past couple years, but never making it to a game, my worlds collided yesterday at Fenway Park. Although I’d thought to organize my family into the countryside somewhere to view the SuperMoon Eclipse, what materialized instead was the offering of work at Fenway before Sunday’s game (as juggler) and after (as face painter). When my agent/boss pointed out I would need to find “something to do” during the game, it became a no brainer.
Here I am amid the throngs streaming down Yawkey Way beforehand:
When along comes my personal peanut gallery:
First, “one more” trick:
Somehow we missed a photo with our favorite Russian Juggler, Benjamin the Clown! He made ClaraJane her pink flower balloon. He’s not only our favorite, he’s my (pretend Russian) FATHER. We love you Benjamin!! ♥ ♥ ♥
ClaraJane also got her face painted by the great Patty Sorell:
It is a (shocking) paradox to me that of the thousands of faces I paint, it is almost never my own daughter or son (I know… “cobbler’s kids”). I soak this one up vicariously:
Speaking of work, here is the “Family Bathroom” where I once nursed ClaraJane intermittently throughout my EIGHT hour shift juggling when she was NINE DAYS old!
(That fateful day August 20th, 2011: I’d actually had to wait in line with minor league players performing in that day’s exhibition. I’m happy to say Fenway now has a wonderful privacy pod-thingy for moms who are nursing or pumping; and I hope a better potty provision for minor league players too.)
After some lovely time in the stands, the kids are ready to visit Wally’s Clubhouse, where we are greeted by the 9-foot Wally Balloon constructed for each each home game by my boss/agent/friend/engineering genius guy, Royal Sorell:
Gavin gets right to work at the virtual baseball game:
And ClaraJane wastes no time raiding Wally’s Toys:
There is no rest for the weary, and so Magic Mat is preparing for his next show. Gavin takes this opportunity to give me a hard time for not having a nice sign for my gigs like this guy does:
It’s ironic to have my very excuse for not being on top of things, giving me sh*t for not being on top of things. To that end I also need one of these:
On with the show though (albeit not mine this time):
After the game, fans were invited to RUN THE BASES! First the boys root root root for the home team dugout:
I hang back because #work:
Which I enjoy “working” out in the field (face painting for Red Sox employee event) until the sun goes down.
In conclusion, what we already know; Fenway is Magic.