This is the traditional spot of the tea party. But there is NOTHING but this little shack now. I wonder what that means, Chris?

But we did hit the Cheers bar for drinks.

Norm was there, so he posed with Linz and Brett.

We went to Fenway to take a tour. The only chance of us getting in was right before a game. So we jumped in a cab and squeezed it in.

Of course, Lindsey took our picture on top of the Green Monster, the left field wall. (See next picture).

The oldest park in the majors, so we were told. Coincidentally (wink), we all had to use the restroom and the end of the tour. And when we came out, the tour had ended. And there we were, in the park almost alone, just in time for batting practice.

We hung out quietly by the Red Sox dugout.

Jonny Damen

Some dude and Brett's head.

Some dude not signing ANYTHING.

Curt Schilling signing EVERYTHING. Good guy, good time.