Moment 7: No. 6.

September 28. Boston.

The ceremony was delayed at least once, maybe twice, because of the rain. It rained when they decided to hold it anyway. But nothing could dampen the spirits of the club or temper the genuine joy on Johnny Pesky's face as Carlton Fisk pulled the tarp off of the right field wall.

Johnny Pesky is that scarlet B. Like a thirty-seven foot wall in left field, really small wooden seats, sitting sideways to get a good view, or a pinball machine like outfield, on September 28 he became even more a part of Fenway Park than he already was. He loves baseball. He loves Boston. And management decided to reward that loyalty by putting number 6 on the wall and forever reserving it for him.

Did he meet their usual criteria? No. Has he proven himself worthy enough over the years to deserve it? Indeed he has.

So coming in at number 7: the retirement of Johnny Pesky's number 6.