Fenway faithful

The game last night was glorious: My boys took the D-Rays, 14-4, with nary a drop of rain to be seen.

I was up in the cheap seats, but that didn't matter because Johnny Damon and Kevin Millar were right in front of me. And I love them. Plus, the cheap seats are where all the crazy, drunken fans live. It was truly a special moment when I got to hiss "Youuuuuuuuu" when Youkilis got to the plate. (No, Mom, they're not booing him.)

Millar smacked the hell out of the ball to homer in the first, and then the hits just kept on coming. Seriously. I thought the second inning would never end. (At one point, I looked at my watch and realized it was 8. And we were still in the second inning.) When the Sox had a 13-3 lead in the sixth, they emptied the bench. I was sure they were going to yank someone out of the stands next -- "Hey, you, go play center field. If the ball comes near you, catch it. Got it? Good. Now go play." I have to say, as much as I was sad to see the hits stop, the game did move along quite a bit faster, and we managed to get home before midnight.

I give my thanks to all who anti-rain-danced away yesterday. You have one happy Sox fan on your hands.