Dustin Pedroia before the game. This is Saturday, September 30th, 2006. Sox vs. Orioles.

Manny jimmy taps Millar. Warning: lots of Millar to follow.

Trot talks into an odd microphone.

Wakefield shops for his sunflower seeds at Costco.

Everybody loves Melvin Mora.

Millar and Ortiz do an old handshake.

Manny with Predator's hairstyle.

You can see Millar's hand pulling Manny toward him.

Manny seemingly looking at me, but totally not.

Papi and Daniel Cabrera.

Okay, at this point Millar started telling Papi some story.

Papi kept cracking up and trying to turn away because he couldn't take any more. But Kevin kept making him listen, and watch the impressions. He must've been imitating someone.

The impression included someone starting a car, and a weird walk he did with Cabrera.

He ended up on the ground. I think I'll YouTube the entire video. (These are all stills.)

Let me teach you a thing or two about hitting, Melvin.

Sure, lady, I recognize you. I definitely don't think you're stalking me.

Rick Dempsey. I was already thinking of the tarp-sliding the day before they showed him doing it on the scoreboard.

Beautiful day.

Drinkwater was everywhere on this day. Here, a lady points me out as "the guy who used to think Kapstein was you." Actually, I'm at the top of the grandstand, zooming in.

Mr. Werner, I've told you a thousand times, the clubhouse toilet won't stop running...

Drinkwater and Giant Glass donated a bunch of dough via huge check.

Larry Lucchino, John Henry, and Tom Werner have a front office meeting on the field.

Before this game, they honored the employees who reached milestones. Here, one of the famous (this blog only) ticket-taking "twins" is honored for thirty years of service! I had no idea.

Drinky the Kid, aka Springer, walks that kid out for the first pitch, along with Kelly Barons.

This boxer guy from the Domincan Republic puts his belt on Papi.

Three powerful forces. Was cool that Papi went and had a catch before the game. Why not, right?

Ortiz makes Lowell laugh. Also pictured: Trot, Kapler, and Papa Jack.

Larry in the Affleck seats, conferring with the skipper, as Papi looks on. Larry and Tom sat in those sweet seats. From my vantage point at the back of the grandstand on the third base side of home plate, I watched at one point as Larry got up to leave the area. He walked up the aisle, and got stuck behinf the hot dog guy. He ducked down so people could see the game, and instructed the security guy following him to do the same. Then he walked all the way up the grandstand. A few minutes later, he walked right behind me, as he seemed to be circling the park. Is he following me or am I following him?

Schilling almost falls backwards. He's gonna be on celebrity Jeopardy, filmed this weekend at Radio City. Chan and I tried for tickets, and we got our applications in really early, but we got rejected by Trebeck. Oh well.

Millar goofs around with a fan while on deck. Every time he came up, besides being cheered by most, one lady would very loudly shout, "Hey Millahhhhhhh!"

Manny approached the batter's box.

My view.

Lowell grounds one to the left side.

Manny does the old dub-poi.

A view of the wave from whatever you call this area.

Crappy night tonight, as Yanks win, and I forget about Gedman paycheck auction until it was about fifteen minutes too late. Terrible mental mistake by me.

Happy birthday, Chan! 10-4, good buddy. (Isn't that a cool birthdate?)