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Like everyone else, I’ve been poked and prodded enough en route to departure gates to know that reasonably good security is not always fun. I submit to the indignities, as most of us do, with a stiff upper lip, understanding that the experience is a “necessary” part of the (already) unhappy flying experience, given some possible gruesome alternatives. Passing through the turnstiles at Foxboro to attend an AFC Championship game last January meant similarly inelegant searches of my body. But football fans are a notoriously physical bunch, and I agree they should be kept unarmed.
Passing through the gates at Fenway Park, by comparison, is a little like strolling into church. Oh, sure, if I have a backpack someone might peek into it meekly, but no one really rolls up their sleeves and puts effort into the task. Now that post-marathon Boston is upon us, one expects bags to get scrutinized more closely before Red Sox games. An unhappy but obviously necessary development. I hope we humans eventually evolve to the point when all the extra attention paid to our bags and pockets becomes an unnecessary waste of everyone’s time.