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David Ross heads for the bullpen
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Spraying down the infield
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Felix Doubront
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Painting the rubber
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Gary Striewksi
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Mike Napoli in the dugout
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I enjoy Brock Holt's high socks.
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Brock Holt
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The first of an alarmingly long series of Pedroia pix
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Air guitar?
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A tender pregame moment
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Mike Napoli
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You looking at me?
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Posing for someone else's camera
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Fraternizing with the enemy
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Coke deck
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Striewski and dugout
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The venerable Carp
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I also took a good number of shots of Napoli, too.
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Mike Napoli
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Pedroia after grounding out
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What is it? Kill it!
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Let's all kick dirt together.
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Lemonade!
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The pros
