Chris Hoo sat inside the dugout at Fenway Park, marveling at the surroundings. The Green Monster. Pesky’s Pole. The Lone Red Seat. It was all there in front of him, exactly as he had imagined it.
“It’s been a dream come true,” Hoo said. “I’m just soaking it all in.”
From the time he was a young boy, Hoo dreamed of wearing a big-league uniform in a place like Fenway, and there he was wearing a Miami Marlins jersey inside the oldest ballpark in the majors.
It was perfect in every sense except one.