On Friday, I wound up with unexpected tickets to the second of this weekend's four-game series against the Kansas City Royals. The Sox dropped this one in sloppily dramatic fashion, beginning with a Tim Wakefield meltdown.
In the plus column, we had good seats that a friend of mine had lucked into earlier that afternoon, in a field box on the first base side. The night was mild and clear, and I got to spend several hours taking a veritable flip book of Dustin Pedroia's every move.
Some of my preferred shots from that game set:
The Celtics were winning the Eastern Conference Finals vs. the Orlando Magic that night.
"Look at him doing pitcher things!" -- Sam's reaction to super-utility man Bill Hall pitching a perfect ninth. Pretty much the best thing that happened in that whole game.
Yes, the "Bride" here has a "Youuuuuuk!" sticker slapped across her ass.
The Sox had lost the night before this, too, and it wouldn't be until the next night that they'd flash some leather behind a dominant Clay Buchholz to win 1-0, and another day before they'd finally get the bats in gear in support of an equally authoritative Jon Lester.
A split series. Mezza-mezz. Half empty or half full?
It's otherwise been a gloriously lazy, sun-drenched Memorial Day weekend, spent catching up with friends and on my sleep in equal portions, interspersed with baseball at Fenway Park. I think I'll go with half full.
P.S. We were told we were on TV in certain NESN camera shots with runners on first base, so we watched a bit of the replay when we got home. We didn't see ourselves, but we did come across this keeper: