Scenic Lowell has ridden off into the sunset.
Tek was pulled off the field by Tito in the 9th inning so he could get his moment in the sun, just in case today was the last day with him wearing the C.
Papi, after BUNTING his way on for his 3rd hit of the day was brought off to a standing ovation and then gave Fenway a curtain call.
After a BUNT. (It's been a weird, weird year).
Throw in Wake possibly not coming back, Beltre and V Mart are free agents, and question marks surrounding the health of Pedie, Youk, and Beckett along with the realization that the Sox gave John Lackey a gazillion dollars and got 14 wins as a thank you and the off season has more questions than the average episode of "Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader?
To say this team has "issues" is a massive understatement.
Today, though? All I could think about was there will be no more Red Sox baseball until next February, when pitchers and catchers report to Florida and it all begins again. Sure, I'll have the NFL and Gordon Ramsey to keep me company and I'll catch up on all the tv shows I've missed here and there but that one constant, a game nearly every night, that I've had since the first of April is gone.
I'll let Trot, in a photographic illustration, sort of sum up how I'm feeling right about now.