Parked for $2 at the not-so-secret spot. Here's the ballpark from a Pike overpass. Click these to enlarge. They're better that way.

Here's what the Pru would look like from the top of a really tall train.

Moon over the Pru. (Can you find both? If not, TJ.)

I like taking shots of places from weird angles and locations. Do you see Fenway Park?

What about now, chief?

The lady who paints Fenway Park seemingly continuously.

A better shot of her work. In her version, the gates are open, which proves she's been working on this for a while.

The crowd gathers around Kevin Millar.

Millar does something with one of his limbs.

Ortiz and Manny.

Ortiz with his arm around an Oriole.

Find Reb.

More Kevin.

Members of the Markakis family. The O's outfielder grew up a Sox fan on Long Island.

The sun over the Monster. We're now in our upper bleacher seats, section 38 WSBK.

The sky above Fenway, pre-game.

Another shot you'd never see unless you went to Fenway. The yellowish-brick building in the background is the same one on the right edge of the painter photo.

The sun setting over Fenway.

Crazy clouds.

Millar and Lowell.

Check out that flag whipping in the wind. Before this wind, it was a lovely evening. Afterwards, it was winter.

This dude (with long beard, in red Schilling jersey), who Pat dubbed "Rip Van Winkle," was literally falling asleep every few seconds starting in the first inning. Here's a rare shot of Rip awake.

Here he's nodded off. For a while, he stayed awake. He even lit up a smoke.

But by the fifth, he was completely passed out.

Here, a security guard tries to wake him up. After ten seconds of trying, he awakens, only to be given the boot.

It's weird to have the light from the tower aiming away from you while in the park. See the daytime shot of this. Also, one of those white dots toward the top is the moon.

Here's everyone on the field after Tavarez hit a dude with a pitch.

After the game, from same spot as first pic.