Our seats were upper bleacher, just in front of the center field scoreboard. We could see replays if we craned our necks, but as Pat pointed out, from the extreme angle, the pixelation made the players look like Atari baseball players.

Here's a shot that really captures our four personas perfectly. The back of my newly mostly-shaven head, and the weird hole that's forming at the top of my hat. The sun shining down on Kim's head. Pat keeping score of the game. Rebecca taking our picture. It's all there:




Theo and Schill were standing there talking for a long time. In this position:



Here, Kim and Reb (and me) wait not-so-patiently for Theo to turn around. The one time he did, Rebecca got a call on her cell phone, which turned out to be a wrong number. And she makes fun of me for not having one...



I finally got this shot of them as they walked into the dugout.



Here's Tek and Billy. This also shows you what a beautiful evening it was. And you can see Damon's kid on the far left:



The usual Johnny autograph-signing shot. Some total ass next to me threw a Skoal tin on top of the dugout for Johnny to sign. Johnny said, "I ain't signin' that." Good job, Johnny.



C-Tek just always has to be in that catching position:



Abe was called up before the game. Abe! I've seen this guy just about every time he's been at Fenway: His start last year, a game where they handed out minor league awards, the ring ceremony, and last night.



Here's the moment after Wells threw the ball toward the ump, after being ejected. (Out in the bleachers, we had no idea why he was tossed.) You can see the ball boy retrieving the ball in the outfield:



Here's Manny in his home run trot, with David scoring ahead of him. Lots of hugging and celebrating during and after this key home run. Ortiz was even hugging the fans. I love these guys. What a team.