Screencap graciously stolen from Surviving Grady.
This after I grew misty watching a NESN interview with Millar in his Orioles getup as linked to by SG.
After watching it (The part where he hugs Johnny Pesky? You have no human emotions if you don't tear up a little at that part), I started to imagine what it's going to be like when Kevin comes back to play at Fenway, this time for the Orioles. I imagined not only being there, but being able to bend his ear, and what I'd say.
Of course this is my daydream, so of course Millar has unlimited time and patience to listen to the blather of one Red Sox fan.
You know what I remember about you, I'd say. I remember the 'Don't Let Us Win Tonight' speech. I mean, I remember your home run off the Coke bottles and your face plant outside the dugout and the way you babysat Manny, but most of all I remember 'Don't Let Us Win Tonight.' You got everyone believing again.
What I remember about you is that you're the closest thing I've ever seen to a Red Sox fan on the field. Watching your interviews now I can see it hurts you--you got bitten by the bug, you got the Red Sox fever, just like any fan. It touched you--it can touch anyone. Just ask my friend Iain from Paris. You got the Red Sox religion, just like any of us.
I want you to know I remember that, even though you're in a different uniform now. I think we understand each other--both you and the team need to do what they need to do. But I want you to know "Sox Nation" as you call it remembers who you are. We know you're still one of us; you'll always be one of the 25. We remember you and we're grateful. We want you to know that.
And once the game got started, I'd stand and cheer for his first at-bat. I'd hope the rest of the Fenway crowd would too. Kevin Millar--indeed, any of the 25 except Johnny Damon--should get the kind of welcome we showed Orlando Cabrera last year.
Friday, May 5, 2006, at 7:05 pm is the first Sox-Orioles game at Fenway this year. Let's remember that.
P.S. Yes, Sam, I know that would only be if I could approach any ballplayer whatsoever without my throat seizing up like a peanut-allergic kid who's just chomped down on a Mr. Goodbar.
P.P.S. Judging by some of the pointedly off-topic comments on posts below, I take it much of my audience would prefer I talked about the WBC, but I can't rightly do that as it's on when normal people in the Western Hemisphere are working for a living and I am not blessed with TiVo. However, Sam, being a college student, is keeping up with the WBC games fairly well, so I direct you to her for your WBC blog coverage.