George and I went to the Sox game today; he flew up from the City and I met him at the airport, where we got to ride the Maverick Shuttle (sounds more cool than it is) in order to get around the still under-construction replacement Airport T station). Facing the Rangers, who fielded nine men, one-third of whom had the last name Young, Tim Wakefield and the Sox were blown out 8-1 by the fifth inning, even with their “deep depth,” as the souvenir program bragged. What does that mean? Anyway, they brought the game back within striking distance by the end, only to fall on a questionable Soriano double-play.

Also at the game were Peter Farrelly, his film crew, and Jimmy Fallon and Drew Barrymore, shooting scenes for the new, Americanized adaptation of Nick Hornby’s Fever Pitch. Note the film crew and two actors in this photo from George’s Handspring Treo. I’d heard about the adaptation for awhile – “pitch” meaning soccer field becomes a baseball “pitch” – but didn’t realize it was a Farrelly Brothers film until Aimee told me about their presence at the Sox game a few nights ago. Nick Hornby’s books make good films, but I feel like About a Boy is the only one that will be a faithful British adaptation. As Fever Pitch is a memoir about a lifelong Arsenal fan seeing his team finally win the Premier League championship, will this adaptation be a fiction, or are they counting on the Sox winning the series to make their storyline come true? It probably has less to do with the book than I’m hoping, which might be a good thing.