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Various people doing laps around Fenway Park, and chugging along the Wall towards the bleachers (left field around towards right field, for the less Fenway-focused; clockwise, for the less baseball-focused). Nomar stops, waves the others on, leans resting his hands on his knees. Long pause, he looks up and sees they're gone; he knocks on the scoreboard. The door on the left side of the scoreboard opens, an anonymous hand appears and hands him that funky ice drink they're pushing, he has a slurp of it, and hands it back with a nod.
Voiceover says that some subset of proceeds are going to his charity.
Meanwhile, Shea Hillenbrand continues his one-man show. (They're down 2-3, both runs solo homers from Shea.) He also fielded a tricky grounder in the on-deck circle. (And the Sox fan he tossed the ball to in the stands looked a bit overwhelmed.) Do it yourself offense, I guess.