The Legend of the Fenway Pizza Thrower

AS DREW’S FOUL BALL headed toward his section, Kelly had just finished one slice and was reaching into the box for another. He watched as Sole and his friends all turned their attention toward trying to catch the foul ball in front of Anderson, and Kelly heard that voice in his head—the one that forges Irish social club rejection letters—say very clearly, “You wanted a slice of pizza? Well, here ya go!”

As required by Boston law, Madore hunched over to protect the beers, and Kelly covered him in case the ball landed near them. But he quickly realized the ball was hurtling just beyond them, directly into their rivals’ section. Kelly leaned down toward Madore’s ear and whispered, “Watch this.”

With the fresh slice in his hand, he uncorked a fastball toward his nemesis. It’s an incredible throw, better than anything Beckett unleashed that day. Kelly zipped it, more shot put style than a regular overhand throw, and the slice hurtled directly at Sole as he tried to catch the foul ball and beer splattered everywhere.