The Globe - The city went on high alert last Saturday. More than a dozen police officers fanned out around Fenway Park to direct traffic and shoo away photographers who got too close. Twenty-four meters were bagged so no one would park. Another 75 spaces along four streets, including popular Yawkey Way, were closed to the public. An unscheduled makeup game? A poorly advertised concert? No, it was a wedding reception, specifically Red Sox principal owner John Henry’s wedding reception, and city officials took unusual measures to give him space and privacy. By closing off all the typically congested roads around Fenway to unvetted parkers, the city essentially allowed guests of Henry and new bride Linda Pizzuti to park at the door of the reception and valets to zip down cleared streets. “Does this mean when I have my Christmas party in the winter, I can call the city and ask them to block off parking on my street?’’ asked Bill Richardson, president of the Fenway Civic Association.

Is there ever a moment when a member of the Fenway Civic Association is moving his lips without complaining about something?  This Fenway cabal are the most miserable, self-important, sanctimonious collection of bitches in Massachusetts.  The city reserved a handful of parking spaces around the ballpark for a couple of hours on a Saturday, and that puts sand in Bill Richardson’s vagina?  What is it about living in the Fenway that gives these douchebags such an overinflated sense of entitlement?  They bitched about Fenway the way it used to be.  They shouted down the idea of building a new and improved Fenway.  They whined about the sound coming from two concert events a year.   Now they’ve got their panties in a bunch because John Henry… who’s done nothing but give the neighborhood activists foot massages since he bought the goddamned park… gets a few parking spots reserved to accommodate the hundreds of people at his wedding.  You just know that if the cops did nothing to prepare for this thing, Bill Richardson and his unmerry men would be in the Globe squawking about what an inconvenience it was and how it tied up traffic and ruined their weekend and they deserve reparations.  The thing that kills me about this is I’ll bet 95% of the people who live in the area rent.   And unless they signed their leases 97 years ago, the ballpark was there before them.  They’re worse than the people who buy houses next to an airport or railroad tracks then complain about the noise.  So sure, Bill, you can reserve spaces for your big Christmas party.  Because I doubt a miserable, self righteous wretch like you would get more than two people to come to it.