A couple of weeks ago, I was walking past the Hotel Commonwealth in Kenmore Square and noticed a large, unfinished ground floor area of the hotel was being used as a wardrobing location for Fever Pitch.

While I know this is old ground for many of you, a quick digression.

Fever Pitch started out as a book by Nick Hornby, a recounting of his life-long fandom with the FA side Arsenal and how it impacted his life. It's a great read.

The book was made into a movie in 1997, with the lead ably played by Colin Firth. It's a nice little movie, a typically understated British film.

Now, of course, the Farrelly brothers have decided to remake it, putting the Red Sox in the place of Arsenal (not a bad choice if you're looking for an American team with obsessive fans, and both have red as a main color) and Jimmy Fallon in the place of Colin Firth (which is a real letdown, even if we're thinking in the Farrelly brothers comedy mode; it's not like they'd have cast Firth, but couldn't they have gotten someone a little closer to his level than Fallon?).

I bring this up today as Sarah and I were at the Sox game last night and was, along with the rest of the crowd, offered to stick around after the game to serve as extras for the filming of the movie's climactic scene. We were told what would happen, which seems stupid (though if you know the story it wasn't too surprising). More than a few people figured that now they didn't have to see the movie.

Jimmy Fallon had the mike at one point and got the crowd going with a "Yankees suck" comment, which was about the worst thing we'd heard all night, even sitting in the bleachers. We were sitting near entertaining drunks this time rather than obnoxious ones. They did get a little mouthy when they decided to taunt Larry Bigbie late in the game, but given that we couldn't really make out what they were yelling I don't think Bigbie was any wiser.