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Yawkey Way
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Brookline Ave
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Fenway's corner
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Compost for the rooftop garden
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Gorgeous day at the ballpark
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Sun a bit harsh in RF box 97 pre-game
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Right field box seats
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Pesky Pole and blue, blue sky
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Shaw levitation
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Shaw stretch
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We all need somebody to lean on
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X as emergency reserve pitcher?
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X and Papi
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Shaw: "Is this a ball?" Papi: "Yes, that's a ball."
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Yoga with JBJ
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Further yoga with JBJ
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Soooo close
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Enter the battery
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Children's choir directed by Santa Claus
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Hanigan en pointe
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Boing
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Hanley knew first
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Visit from the pitching coach
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"You sure you're ok?"
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Hanley was also the one who eventually called for the trainers
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Trainer and John Farrell join the fray
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...and Kelly is removed from the game
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No pressure, Heath Hembree
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Mookie bat fling
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Lights above the Coke Deck at dusk
