4:30 PM PT
In a 7-5 game, Ray Durham of the San Francisco Giants hits a walk-off 3 run home run off of Huston Street. The crowd goes wild. By the time Durham comes out of a curtain call, almost 75% of the crowd was gone, and the rest is wondering who this guy is who is tipping his hat at them.

Let’s go back about 2.5 hours.

2:00 PM PT

It’s the bottom of the tenth inning. The Sox are tied 3-3. Here’s a list of things going on in my head:

• “The only pitchers left in the Sox bullpen are Tavarez and Seanez”
• How did Lil’ Alex Cora get another single?
• Who would win in a fight between David Ortiz and Jack Bauer?
• Did Schilling actually need to strike out 6 in a row today, or was he doing it just to prove to Lester that he’s still got it?
• Has my milk expired?
• Papi can’t really do it again, can he?

After Papi’s 2-run walk-off homerun (his SEVENTH! regular season one in under four full seasons), there was only one thing going through my mind:

• If Superman wears Jack Bauer pajamas, then Jack Bauer must wear Big Papi pajamas.

When Papi hits a walk-off, you need nothing short of a class 5 tornado to clear out Fenway prior to at least one curtain call. In almost any other park, once the ball clears the fence the only thing people care about is beating traffic. I could make some comment about about how great Sox fans are, but the truth of the matter is I think I just want to rag on Giants fans.