
So truth be told, I got back to the states a few days ago. In fact, I got back just in time for me to see the Sox lose the first game against the A’s in 11 innings. Way to welcome me home boys.
However, the abysmal offense the Sox put up in the first two games of the series were washed from my memory when I got to step on the field prior to the third game.
I arrived about two and a half hours before the first pitch, and when I went in the dugout Schilling was doing some sort of interview with (I think) NESN. I could have thanked him for answering one of my questions on his blog, but that would be a lie, since he really didn’t answer anything. You’d think for somebody who talks that much he’d eventually arrive at a conclusion.
Beckett came out of the clubhouse first and immediately started shooting the shit with a beat writer. The guy can talk and it’s pretty entertaining. I heard about an amusing story about him at a bar in SF along with him making fun of the fact that the woman singing the Star Spangled Banner got a test-run (”Can I have a practice run for my start on Friday?”). I didn’t bother to tell him that nobody wants him to start his game 100 pitches in.
A little after Beckett, most of the rest of the team came out of the tunnel and hung out in the dugout. I don’t know if this is normal, but you could definitely see a few different clicks within the team. There was Papi, Cora, and Romero joking around in Spanish, there was Youks with Lowell and Belli, and a few other groups of people. Tek stood by himself with the catcher’s equipment on the steps, which gave me the perfect opportunity to ask him for a picture. Tek, stoic as he is, was extremely nice about it. I asked Beckett’s beat writer friend to take the picture, and he was concerned he was going to get in trouble. So he asked Tek if he was cool with it, which almost seemed to offend Tek a little (”yeah, of course it’s fine.”). A picture with a cornerstone of the 2004 world series team…awesome.
Shortly after that the team went out for BP, and I chilled out on the warning track. While Hinske hit bomb after bomb into the bleachers, I met up with Ryan Leong, whose an awesome guy and a fellow contributor for Your Sports Nightcap.
A few other quick observations:
- Julian Tavarez is hilarious and seems like as nice a guy as he is made out in the media. A couple of kids were following him around trying to get an autograph after he left the batting cage (which was also entertaining to watch). He takes off his batting gloves, hits the kid over the hat with them and starts giving the kids shit. With all the people in the stands asking for autographs as well Tavarez turns to them and says “I’m only signing these balls because the kids are so ugly.” Funny and self-deprecating, I love it.
- There are sheets of paper taped up in the dugout that have every Sox batter’s stats against the starting pitcher and every A’s relief pitcher. On the flipside, they’ve also got the Sox starter and every reliever’s stats against the A’s lineup. Glad to see they work with the same info we’ve got on the net.
- I also managed to use those kids that asked for Tavarez’s autograph for a picture with Big Papi. When they stopped him walking off the field, I stood in between him and the clubhouse tunnel. As soon as he was done, I asked him for a picture and Ryan was kind enough to quickly snap it. Greatest photo ever.

Unlike last time I didn’t get into any deep philosophical with Tito or Theo. But all in all, I’d say this was a much more fun time on the field. Next time I’ll try to actually ask a few questions. But you’ve got to go one step at a time.
As for the game, they sucked, Tito went apeshit and Coco made a nice catch. If only somebody would get a base hit.
Here are all the pictures I took.