“Fenway Park, in Boston, is a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark. Everything is painted green and seems in curiously sharp focus, like the inside of an old-fashioned peeping-type Easter egg. It was built in 1912 and rebuilt in 1934, and offers, as do most Boston artifacts, a compromise between Man’s Euclidian determinations and Nature’s beguiling irregularities. Its right field is one of the deepest in the American League, while its left field is the shortest; the high left-field wall, three hundred and fifteen feet from home.”
— John Updike, ” Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu”

“As I grew up, I knew that as a building it was on the level of Mount Olympus, the Pyramid of Giza, the nation’s capital, the czar’s winter palace, and the Louvre – except, of course, that it was better than all of those inconsequential places.”
— A. Bartlett Giamatti, President of Yale University, and later Commissioner of Baseball

“As Commissioner, you’re supposed to be objective. It wasn’t much of a secret, though, that I loved Fenway — especially how it made you a participant, not a spectator.”
— Baseball Commissioner Bowie Kuhn

“I’m helplessly and permanently a Red Sox fan. It was like first love…You never forget. It’s special. It’s the first time I saw a ballpark. I’d thought nothing would ever replace cricket. Wow! Fenway Park at 7 o’clock in the evening. Oh, just, magic beyond magic: never got over that.”
— Art Historian Simon Schama in History in Brilliant Brushstrokes (1999)

“The ballpark is the star. In the age of Tris Speaker and Babe Ruth, the era of Jimmie Foxx and Ted Williams, through the empty-seats epoch of Don Buddin and Willie Tasby and unto the decades of Carl Yastrzemski and Jim Rice, the ballpark is the star. A crazy-quilt violation of city planning principles, an irregular pile of architecture, a menace to marketing consultants, Fenway Park works. It works as a symbol of New England’s pride, as a repository of evergreen hopes, as a tabernacle of lost innocence. It works as a place to watch baseball.”
— Martin F. Nolan in A Ballpark, Not A Stadium (1999)

“New England’s parlor, a region’s nightclub, and the Olde Towne Team’s hearth. To generations of Americans, going to Fenway Park has been like coming home.”
— Curt Smith in Our House : A Tribute to Fenway Park (1999)

“That moment, when you first lay eyes on that field — The Monster, the triangle, the scoreboard, the light tower Big Mac bashed, the left-field grass where Ted (Williams) once roamed — it all defines to me why baseball is such a magical game.”
— ESPN Analyst Jayson Stark (March 30, 2001)

Fenway Park is a religious shrine. People go there to worship.
— Bill Lee, Red Sox pitcher (1969-1978)

“Fenway is the essence of baseball.”
— Tom Seaver in the Christian Science Monitor (July 1999)

“Everything with me is normal except when I pitch (in Fenway Park). When I pitch here it’s a little different. There is a little more anxiety to go along with the nostalgia because this is the park I grew up with as a kid. This is the park I dreamed of playing Major League Baseball in and no other ballpark has that feeling for me. There are a lot more family and friends here than in my normal starts and I want to pitch well here.”
— Tom Glavine in the Boston Herald (July 9, 2001)

“I’ve always noticed how the Fenway fans get behind the pitcher, especially late in the game if you’re having a good game, or if you have two strikes on a hitter, they really start to chant and anticipate a strikeout. And that’s the best part about playing in Boston and at Fenway. There are knowledgeable fans who anticipate the flow of the game and they can really help out the pitcher.”
— David Cone in the Boston Herald (May 28, 2001)