It was a really nice day at Fenway on Saturday, as the Sox would take on the Yanks in a 3:55 Fox game.

The night before, my girlfriend and I went to see Kristin Hersh. We got screwed up on the time of the show, and got there in time to see her last three songs. It turned out to be a B.I.D., as we then got to hear the last two innings of the sweet comeback win in game one of the series. Now back to Saturday. (click each pic for you-know-what)

Pesky made the rounds before the game, greeting different Yankees, including Don Mattingly, above, with Jeter at right.

Papi and Manny, and Ino in a V-Tech hat.

Lucchino, Lupica, and Cashman. And the Sox in first.

He who slapped the ball and he who supposedly held the ball. (I believe Pesky did nothing wrong. But I wasn't there, as I was almost negative 30 years old at the time.)

Sterling was on the field, interviewing Torre. You could actually see the pomposity emanating from him. Then he walked up our aisle. Check out the shirt/tie/vest/jacket/ handkerchief look. Oh, I was at this game with Empy, who also took photos from, like, the same spot.

Melkano-twin powers, activate! Form of: a shitty backup outfielder that Yankee fans thought was Mickey Mantle incarnate! Shape of: a nondescript second baseman who somehow hits .300!

The Kap'n, Jeremy Kapstein, was all over the place on this day, shootin' the shit with everybody. Here he is with Mike Lupica. I guess they both could be called "the Lip."

Beckett fan takes photo of Beckett.

The view from my 10-game plan seats. Right on the edge of the bleachers, literally the seats next to the gap between bleachers and grandstand.

The Papi shift.

So weird that that's not Trot. You'll notice the '78ish shadows. The 3:55 start does that. For a 7:05, you get the sun field for a few innings, but with this new Fox start time, the bleacher people get screwed until the very end of the game.

The 4-3 celebrates Papi's homer.

After Mo blew it again the night before, we gave him the old Fenway "we love you when you stink against us" cheer when he came out to the 'pen, which Mo always finds amusing.

My nickname for Okajima: The Mighty Oak. That guy got a nice hand on Saturday after his fine performance Friday, and then a nice oe Sunday for Saturday.

I love the right field grandstand fans. Always starting clappy-clap chants and knowing exactly who deserves cheers, while the bleacher drunks are trying to start waves in key moments of the game. Here, they all shield their eyes from the killer sun in its final moments.

The sunset after the sweet win, which Pap saved. Pics from Sunday and Monday to come soon.