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In Boston: Fenway Park was our seventeenth stop. By then we'd just assumed that if you are given a media credential you are allowed on the field. But Kevin wasn't buying that. I don't think he believed me when I told him I simply hadn't looked at what the credential said. We were marched back off the field, more like scolded children than like grown maniacs. In Baltimore: Greg headed up to the press box to begin work on 'Camden Yards: The Ballpark that Changed Baseball Forever", while I dashed down to the Yankees clubhouse for an experience as thrilling as any I would ever have in my life. In Toronto: Greg and I brainstormed on the Jim Rome angle. We decided to make a demo of us getting players to hype The Jungle and The Last Word. We figured our on-field access would be something Rome might want to exploit and we wanted to make it absolutely clear what we were capable of. In Anaheim: The Yankees were doing calisthenics, and though I doubt Derek realized it, I was a few feet away from him for nearly forty-five minutes. Finally an opportunity presented itself.
