Question of the Week

OK, i guess my pal Mark Feinsand of Yankees.com openly ripped off his pal Sam Borden of the NY Daily News by asking a question of the week on his blog. So here is mine.

What is the most
memorable game you’ve ever witnessed at
Fenway Park, either live or on television?

I’d like to compile the results and see what we can come up with. Let’s do something like this every week. And future questions are always welcome.

Thx,

Ian.

47 Comments

This is only my most memorable game because it was the second time a was ever at Fenway but it was 2002 or 2003, a can’t remember. The Red Sox were playing the A’s and it was the bottem of the ninth and we were down. Manny came to the plate and hit a long ball to right in to the bullpen but was snagged and pulled in for the catch, the ball must have been in the bullpen by about 3 feet. I was only about maybe 25 feet away from the catch. The best good memory was game 7 of the ALDS in 2004 against the Krankees I mean the Yankees, it was just priceless seeing the yankees choke the last 4 games and having the red sox win. Just thank god that that game wasn’t a close game because that last week was so stressful that I wouldn’t be able to handle another one.

I went to game 5 of the 2004 ALCS against the Yankees. I have never seen a better baseball game in my life. My friend and I left for the game from school at 2 PM to head into Boston, figuring that since the game was starting at 5 PM, it would be over by 8 PM so we would be home before 10 PM. Boy were we wrong. The game was pretty much neck and neck the entire time, and I was standing up from the seventh on.

Our seats were in the fifth to last row of the grandstand behind home plate. Of course it was packed, so naturally the air reeked of beer, sweat, peanuts, and Fenway Franks. When Gary Sheffield came up for the second time in the game, a wicked drunk standing room fan started up a “Who’s your dealer?” chant in our section. It quickly spread (probably because Sheffield had called the Sox a walking disaster that didn’t care about winning after the 19-8 game) soon echoing throughout the entire park. An Indian man who had thrown out the first pitch also sat right behind us, and when the Sox came up in the bottom of the ninth, hoping for a walk-off win like the previous night, the man started shouted “Hit the green thingy! Hit the green thingy!” The whole area around us thought it was hysterical and all of us soon shouted “Hit the green thingy!”

Our chants were to no avail. The Sox and Yankees duked it out through the 10th, 11th, 12th, and 13th with no runs put up by either team, two tired bullpens, and fans running on pure adrenaline. Finally, in the bottom of the 14th, David Ortiz saved the day/night for the second game in a row, hitting a bloop single into center field that scored Johnny D. It was incredible. The crowd was pulsing, the team was celebrating, the Yankees looked sickened, and the series was going back to New York.

I hadn’t even realized that I was holding my breath until my brother had to remind me to breathe. Slowly, everyone filtered out of the park and onto the street. Though we were running only on 4 hours of sleep that night and it was already midnight, my brother, friend, and I ran towards the Cask’N’Flagon, onto the foot of the Brookline Ave bridge, where there was a huge crowd of people celebrating as the drivers on the Mass Pike honked their horns in jubilation. We stayed for a good thirty minutes, chanting “Yankees ****”, “Who’s Your Papi”, and “Let’s go Red Sox” until we lost our voices from a combination of sheer exhaustion and excitement.

And for the first time in 5 games, I believed.

Oops. I didn’t exactly mean to ramble on that much, but it really was THE BEST game of my life. Come to think of it, that October was the best month of my life.

Easily, Game 4 of the same ALCS. I’d same Game 7, but a) it’s not played at Fenway, b) it’s a little anti-climatic.

Definately Game 4 of the ALCS in 2004. and even the 5 hour game 5 the next night. Definaetly some of the tightest and most suspenseful baseball ever.

Isn’t it hard to single out Game 4 or Game 5? It was almost like it was one epic game combined into two days. If I had to pick one, it would probably be Game 5. There was almost less pressure in Game 4 becasue they were down 3-0 and all but written off. By Game 5, people were almost looking for a miracle to happen and they still made it happen.

And by the way, Ian, what is with the lack of Ortiz humor? Is he not funny anymore? Or are you slacking? :)

Ha ha, he’s been low key lately. He’ll come up big again soon. He’s a walking sitcom.

As for TV, Fisk, since it was the defining moment in baseball’s TV history, when primetime baseball was being piped straight into your living room before that was taken for granted.

As for in-person:

I’m embarrassed to say it is one of the few ballparks I have never been to, somehow, having covered NL beat only in the past (SF Giants for San Jose Merc) and always bad timing or being sent to “the other” series at The Sporting News and then MLB.com. One of my greatest sports thrills was the first time I stepped foot inside old Boston Garden, seeing the parquet and banners. I know it will be the same the first time I see Fenway — now you and Red Sox Chick and Dispatches from Red Sox Teen Nation and everyone else here can poke fun at me until I make it all the way up there from NYC and witness the Green Monster once and for all to complete life’s journey.

Newman

http://mlblogs.mlblogs.com

ps, everyone should spread the word beyond the MLBlogosphere about this blog.

Mark,
You should not have given me permission to poke fun at you. No, not a good idea at all. You’ve never been to Fenway?!?! MLB.com should let you cover the Red Sox/Yankees game next Monday at Fenway in honor of your service to MLB.com by creating MLBlogs. And then they should give me tickets for suggesting the idea. It makes everyone happy!
:)

http://catchingredsox.mlblogs.com

My favorite Red Sox game, Ian Browne, was the game at which I met you.

And I’m totally spreading the word in my corner of the blogosphere about Ian Browne’s blog!!

Unfortunately on TV, but Game 5 of the 2004 ALCS, no doubt. I remember the Wakefield-Varitek mishaps better than perhaps anything…except, of course, for the moment when Ortiz finally did it! I was watching with a Yankee fan roommate and she just shook her head and went to bed right after Ortiz smacked the single (she had a ticket to the next night’s game at the toilet…wish I could’ve been there for that) as I screamed as mildly as I could for politeness’s sake.

I was going to critique several comments in your mailbag this week,Ian;but, considering the special topic today, it would be untimely, I think. Maybe another day. The games 4-7 sweep of the NYY in the 2004 ALCS were ALL special and seemed to blur into one continuous spell of euphoria… They were ALL “died and gone to heaven”! The observation of the NYY dugout midway in game six, however, –Sox were only up 4-1 with half the game left to play…and another game (7)to go the next day even if the NYY lost, remains among my fondest memories. As the TV cameras panned the NYY players despondently slumped in their dugout, to the player–including the Bronx’s “little jesus”(Jeter) had flat out QUIT!!! Their expressions and postures plainly indicated their cocky confidence was long gone. They no longer believed they could beat these super sox who would continue to steam roll them into the history books. Many of us waited the majority of our lifetimes for the climax of the 2004 season. It didn’t erase ALL of the bad memories, but…–MY GOD WAS IT SWEEEEEEEEET!!! Thank you, New York!

In person: I’d defnitely have to say watching Pokey Reese legging out an inside-the-park homerun. The electricity in the park as he was rounding the bases was unreal. The thing I remember the most was the slight pause in everybody’s voice as they awaited the umpire’s signal and then the relief and joy that exuded in the ballpark as he was signaled safe. That was amazing to see. Then his second homerun, oh man that was great, the Pokey chants were just great.

As for on TV….well obviously the ALCS and WS were awesome, but one moment I’ll always particularly remember though, which nobody really ever brings up, was Curtis Leskanic’s final outing of his career. Now here’s a guy who was kicked around like a piece of meat in his last appearance the night before. The whole season depended on him and his ability to get out Bernie Williams and perhaps go one more. He did just that too, all the while with his shoulder hanging by a thread. I really think that his moment in the sun was a very underrated one, and will probably only be remembered as “the guy who got the win in Game 4″ but it really should a lot more. Also, I think he went out the way that many players out there dream of going out.

Though I hate to admit this as a Red Sox fan, one of the most memorable games that I’ve seen at Fenway Park was Mike Mussina vs. David Cone when Mike Mussina had a perfect game into the 9th inning that ended on a pinch hit, two out double by hated Carl Everett. The Yankees ended up winning 1-0 but it was a storybook matchup with the last guy to throw a perfect game against someone who managed to pitch 8 2/3 perfect innings. Amazingly, the aged David Cone, actually kept up pitch for pitch too. Man, what a good game.

I’ve only been twice, so it’s an easy question. My first visit to Fenway was in 1964, and the Sox beat the Yankees 7-0, with a Grand Slam HR by a young Tony C. This 9 year old was hooked for life based on one great experience.

The best game I’ve been to was the Varitek-ARod fight game (“we don’t throw at .260 hitters”) on July 24, 2004. Just seeing that fight was amazing, then the Red Sox battling back to finally win it on a Bill Mueller walkoff homer off of Rivera (shades of things to come). That place was going about as crazy as I have ever seen it. And, I shouldn’t have even gone to that game. My sister’s friend dropped out last minute and I got the extra ticket.

I like it when New York and Boston both lose on the same night, to look out at the big scoreboard and see both is really great!

Ian,

Great question (and thanks for the Red Sox Nation link to BDL). In the witnessed by television category, it is a tough call between Game 4 and Game 5 of the 2004 ALCS, but I have to go with Game 4. Nothing could beat the drama and the passion of that rally in the 9th and the storybook ending in the 12th. From Dave Roberts’s brilliant steal as a pinch runner with the ENTIRE WORLD knowing he would run, to Mueller’s improbable game-tying single off Rivera, to Ortiz’s walk-off home run to end the game, it was the epitome of a baseball thriller. Even though it was hard to fathom that the Sox could pull it off and win the series at the time, that game gave us the spark of hope, turned a crack in the Yankees’ armor into a growing fissure, and made us wonder if it might just be our time…

As for games I’ve witnessed live at Fenway, three stand out. First was Nomar Garciaparra’s 29th-birthday, 3-home-run game against the Devil Rays in a 22-4 win on the day end of a double header in 2002. (Unfortunately the Sox lost the night half by one run.) Next was Boston’s Patriots’ Day win over the Yankees in 2004, in which Boston rallied from down 4-1 with single runs in the 5th through 8th innings. The Sox capped a 3-1 series vs. the Yanks that gorgeous Marathon Monday, holding A-Rod to a miserable 1 for 17 performance (with a meaningless single in his last at bat) in his first series at Fenway for New York. Finally, last June against then first-place Baltimore, with 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th and the Red Sox trailing 4-3, Ortiz crushed a 3-run homer to deep center off Orioles closer B.J. Ryan to win the game. None of these games determined a season like those ALCS masterpieces, but all were memorable.

Well Ian, while I have thoroughly enjoyed meeting you as well, my favorite game was most definately game 4 of the 2004 playoffs against the Yankees. I should really call my brother-in-law and thank him again for those tickets.

Well Ian, while I have thoroughly enjoyed meeting you as well, my favorite game was most definately game 4 of the 2004 playoffs against the Yankees. I should really call my brother-in-law and thank him again for those tickets.

Oops hit send twice. Sorry guys!

Game 1 of the 2004 World Series was incredible, although it sure was a lot of fun watching Pedro and Zim go at it during the ALCS!!

I believe it was the last game of the 1992 season and the Sox were playing the White Sox. If they won they were in the playoffs. The game ended with a fantastic diving catch by Tom Brunansky in front of the Pesky pole about 5 rows in front of me. They went on to get sweeped by the A’s in the playoffs, but it was a great moment while it lasted.

Wow, this is a good question. I know most of Red Sox Nation will want to either hang me or agree with me, but for an in-person game, I’d have to say it was Clemens’ 299th Win. It was a Yanks/Red Sox matchup that went really well through the whole game. I remember being pissed the Won, but glad that if anyone got the win that it would be Roger.

As for on TV, I’d have to say Game 7 of the 2004 ALCS. Hanging out with a bunch of folks at a Karaoke bar and Damon hits his Granny, I get up and sing Dirty Water. The game ends and I get up and sing New York, New York for all the Yankee fans. I swear the KJ kept pulling me up at those key moments, but who can complain. It was a fun night for all and I had a few Yankee fans after me that night :-)

For me it would be Game 4/5 of the 2004 ALCS. To me, they are one game, as we spent over 14 out of 30 hours at Fenway Park. We got there at 6pm for game 4, watched that epic, then back at the park the next day at 5pm, in time for the next epic. I was so spent by the end. I turned to my friend just before Papi hit the single to win Game 5 and said that I was sore, tired, and my stomach was killing me. What a couple of days that was!

I’ve been fortunate to have been at Fenway for many great games (Including Wade Boggs’ first homerun as well as Manny’s first homerun as a Red Sox player)…but if I’m picking one, I’m going to have to go with, Thursday, September 25,2003. The game that clinched the Wild Card spot for the Red Sox.

It was the last game at Fenway, and I try to make it a habit to make the first or last game there every year. This year, I dragged my dad. It was cold out and our seats were in right field…but when we got there we knew there was a chance the boys would clinch, so we didn’t want to be anywhere else!

Derek Lowe was my favorite pitcher at the time – and he pitched a great game. Kevin Millar was my favorite position player – and I got to see him hit a homerun.

The offense went crazy. After four innings it was 12-0 and the rest of the game was torture…we all wanted it to end so we could celebrate.

When it finally DID end, the first thing I remember is turning to my dad, who was DANCING to “Dirty Water”. First time I ever saw my dad “dance” at a baseball game. Might have been the last time too.

We stayed late and long and got to watch interviews with the players on the scoreboard. They had a live mike on the field and Todd Walker was yelling to the fans that they were going to Oakland to kick some butt!

Nomar, Wake, Todd Walker, and many other players came out to the cheap seats, dousing the fans with champagne and slapping hands.

You would have thought the Sox had already won the World Series.

The Red Sox and their fans took a lot of grief from the media (and the Yankees) about celebrating a Wild Card berth, but what do they know? All I know is they gave me a wonderful memory that I share with my dad…and then they gave us 12 amazing games in the post season!

This is great stuff from everyone, keep it coming. These are bringing back memories that I had almost forgotten about.

One of the most memorable games I’ve been to at Fenway actually wasn’t a game. It was late 70’s or early 80’s and the Orioles were in town. The game was being delayed by rain and they ended up postponing it. But before they postponed it, Rick Dempsey got out on the tarp, in the pouring rain and put on quite a show acting out an inside the park homerun. It was hilarious seeing him running around the infield slip sliding everywhere and then diving headfirst, thru the puddles, into where home plate was.
Dempsey’s a great personality in the history of baseball.

I was almost 5 and my daddy got me tickets to Game 1 of the 2004 World Series. It was great. I liked seeing them win the World Series, too.

I’d say the best game I’ve ever seen at Fenway would have to be game 3 of the 2003 ALCS. The absolute highlight of the game was the Clemons-Manny confrontation which led to Zim going after Pedro…we all know the result of that.
This game seemed to be the one that pushed the rivalry up a notch or two.

Pedro was vintage in the game, and once he settled down seemed to be unhittable. Unfortunately for the Sox, Clemons was also in vintage form. Coincidentally, this was the last game Clemons pitched at Fenway.

I come from a family of Red Sox cynics. No one in my family really followed the Sox after ’86 so I didn’t really get into baseball until a few years ago. Since then, I have devoured as much info as possible about the game. (I’m in grad school for teaching math and eat up baseball statistics like candy.)

That being said, my most memorable game was my first game at Fenway Park last spring. It was an ordinary game as far as games go….so I doubt anyone else would remember it. Sunday, June 5th, 2005 (I think) and it was Sox vs. Angels and my best baseball friend and I sat in the front row near the right field foul pole. The Red Sox won and I gorged on peanuts until I had a stomach ache.

I also attended one other game last summer at Fenway that was memorable for a different reason. This one was Saturday, August 13th, 2005 vs. the White Sox. The Red Sox won after a rain delay. This one is memorable because it was my last hurrah before moving down here to Ft. Worth, TX for grad school. We packed up the car and left at 6:30am the very next morning.

The only other Red Sox game I’ve seen in person was earlier this season down here in Arlington.

Hey, no one has said D-Lowe’s no-hitter. It was the last one in the AL and apparently it was so big, there hasn’t been one in the AL since then — the longest such drought in the league since World War II (you could look it up). A few more weeks without one (sorry to jinx you, Ian) and MLB’s overall no-no drought is also the longest since WWII. Guess people needed to really appreciate what Lowe did. :)

Mark

http://mlblogs.mlblogs.com

Speaking of D.Lowe’s no-hitter, today (at least before midnight) was the four-year anniversary of it. Yes, it was April 27, 2002 that Lowe stifled the D-Rays. that was a magical day at Fenway and the first no-hitter i’ve ever witnessed. Remember Rickey Henderson making that running catch for the second out of the ninth inning and excitedly talking to the baseball as he caught it? That was fun. In a class gesture, D. Lowe had watches made for everyone on the team to commemorate the day. That was a fun game to be in the press box for. I can’t imagine how electric it must have been in the stands. I’d like to hear from folks who were there.

Being an avid Red Sox supporter in Australia has its down side. I cannot jump up & down with anyone who understands when something “special” happens to the Red Sox. They all look at me very strange like. Love my cricket but there is only one Red sox and one day I will make the pilgramige to Fenway. Whilst the 4/5 ALCS games were outstanding. To me it was the Varitek/ARod fight game that defined 2004. It was a Sunday morning in Sydney and I was away at a conference. I was due to checkout of the hotel but couldnt do it till the game was over I just sensed something was going to happen. Then Mueller did what he did and I went off like a lunatic. No one had any idea why I was so happy and I had no one to share it with but the smile lasted a week. Most of the playoff games in 2004 were played at 9am Sydney time and I can assure you my work production was not up to par that month. I seemed to have meetings at 9 every morning that went to 1pm or longer in the afternoon!!!!!

I know many have already said it, but I have to agree with Game 5 of the 2004 ACLS. David Ortiz was a hero – tying the game in the 8th and hitting a single in the 14th to score the game winning RBI, and that was after fouling off a half dozen pitches from Loaiza. The energy in the ballpark was electric and I know I was feeling delirious by the end of the longest game in ACLS history (surpassing the record set from just the previous night!) I too remember Varitek’s difficulties catching Wake, the “who’s your dealer” chants, standing up for what seemed like the ENTIRE game…what an incredible experience!

Friday of the 2002 Memorial Day Weekend. Sox v. Yankee, Burkett against CLEMENS. My family had just buried my Great Aunt Mary that morning. My cousin and I ventured to Fenway at the last minute in her honor. No scalpers, no SRO only, but after the game has started we bought two $60 seats at the box office. Sox knock Clemens out after 3 2/3 with a 7-1. Sox blow the lead. By the 11th we are sitting behind the dugout and watching Rickey Henderson slide head first into first with an infield single. Eventually Rickey gets around to third and Baerga hits a sacrifice fly to center for the win. It was a day I will never forget.

There was a game against the White Sox in 1996 I believe where John Valentin hit for the cycle and there was a triple play started by Robin Ventura at third base. It is the only game ever in history to have somebody hit for the cycle and have a triple play in the same game.
I also watched Pedro shutout the White Sox and pitch 8 scoreless innings while striking out 17 batters.

The greatest Red Sox game I`ve seen was on TV-the AL play-off at Oakland and the amazing performance by Derek Lowe in the 9th.

I hadn’t been to Fenway since I was 10 years old at game 7 of the 1967 World Series. Thirty-seven years later, on July 23, 2004 I watched in awe from my first base grandstand seats as Curt Shilling struggled on the mound against the Yankees and Kevin Millar picked him up again, and again, and again in a three home-run performance that still left the Red Sox short. The next day was the fateful brawl and I will never forget sitting on my porch – wishing I was at Fenway – and hearing the crack of the bat – and Jerry Trupiano’s amazing voice as Bill Mueller slammed a walk-off homer for the win against Mariano Rivera. Winning the 2004 ALCS and World Series still brings tears to my eyes, but those July 2004 games brought – and still bring – a fierce joy to my heart.

i have to unfortunatly say that i have never been to Fenway Park due to the fact that i live in las vegas but the best sox/yanks game at the Fen was game 4 of the ’04 ALCS. but i think the best game of the series was game 6 when a-rod wacked the ball out of bronson’s hand and the umps had the lond conversation. the look on his face was so priceless after they called him out

The most memorable Red Sox game I ever saw at Fenway was one in which Yaz hit his 2nd to last home run. It was a line drive, just cleared the right field foul pole, but there was a 10 minute pause in the game for an ovation.

I agree that the ’04 ALCS games were a bigger deal, but I wasn’t at those.

Best Fenway game ever witnessed (on TV), for me, was game 6 of the 1975 world series. Delayed for days by rain, Lynn set the stage with a 3-run blast in the 1st and almost breaks his head later trying to catch Griffey’s triple. Eighth inning, down 6-3, Carbo bats for Moret, looking overmatched he blasts a 3-run shot to center. Almost won in the ninth (Doyle thrown out at plate trying to tag on a flyball). Dewey robs Joe Morgan of a homer in the 11th. Finally Fisk found the pole with a shot off Pat Darcy that set up the 7th game anticlimax.

Excluding postseason games, my most memorable game was one that I missed. June 4, 1989, wife goes into labor with our first child. Driving to the hospital we listened as the Sox gain a 10-0 advantage over Toronto. Arrived at emergency room, turned off radio, endured a day of hard labor and daugther was born on June 5. Amidst the joy of birth came the unbelievable news: Boston lost 13-11 in extra innings. Glad I missed it but it’s memorable anyway.

side note ~ I believe D. Lowe’s no no was on “Kid’s Day” at Fenway. I missed it but bet that its memory will live on where it matters most.

I was only nine years old in 1960 and was a firsttimer at Fenway. My hero Ted Williams hit a homerun against the Orioles. I got to see in person Frank Malzone, Bill Monboquete,Sammy White,Ike Delock, and Billy Gardner. My heroes came alive that day in living color,against Fenway green. Mom was eight months pregnant and we got one of the infamous seats behind a pole. It was gloomy and jungle hot; the rain held off until the game was over. I bought the Redsox magazine and read the article about the family who named their son after Ted Williams. I cherished that magazine and relegated it to my toy chest in the attic. Little did I know that it was the Splendid Splinter’s last season.

I was only nine years old in 1960 and was a firsttimer at Fenway. My hero Ted Williams hit a homerun against the Orioles. I got to see in person Frank Malzone, Bill Monboquete,Sammy White,Ike Delock, and Billy Gardner. My heroes came alive that day in living color,against Fenway green. Mom was eight months pregnant and we got one of the infamous seats behind a pole. It was gloomy and jungle hot; the rain held off until the game was over. I bought the Redsox magazine and read the article about the family who named their son after Ted Williams. I cherished that magazine and relegated it to my toy chest in the attic. Little did I know that it was the Splendid Splinter’s last season.

Probably my fondest televised game had to be the one game playoff against the Yanks in 1978. It seemed so promising. It was a lovely, sunny day, the Sox had won several in a row to get there, and Yaz belted a solo shot in the second. I thought this was going to finally be that magical victory…which of course didn’t happen until 2004.

However, what made that game particularly special were the two games leading up to it on October 1. The Sox had to beat Toronto in Boston and the Yanks had to lose to Cleveland in New York to force a playoff.

The Sox of course did their part winning 5-0, but coming off a 6 game losing streak the Indians managed to post a 9-2 victory over the Yankees.

I was in college at the time at Marquette Univ in Milwaukee. Upset we couldn’t be there to root them on, and desperate for a second chance after blowing a sizable lead in the standings, action was needed. Fueled by alcohol and egged on by some of my New England college buddies, I found out which hotel the Indians were staying at in New York and called the front desk at about 2 am asking to speak to Andre Thornton claiming to be his brother. To my surpise I got through and spoke to a groggy, just awakened Mr. Thornton. I explained we were a bunch of Sox fans in Milwaukee calling to root the Indians on. With 33 homers Thornton was the Indians big masher that year, so before he groggily hung up saying he had to get some sleep we all shouted “hit a homer for us Sox fans and beat those f****n Yankees!”

That night Andre Thornton hit a 2 run homer in the first.

While not quite comparable to Ruth hitting a homer for a hospitalized child, I took it as an omen for a Sox victory and thought that I would have a small place in the Red Sox World Series victory.

Of course it didn’t happen. We all blew off our classes and watched the game, cranking the Stones “Beast of Burden”, trying to rally the Sox in the late innings.

Yaz popped out and the game and season were over, but it just further cemented my long allegiance to them lasting to this day.

My very first Sox game was memorable in the fact it was my first Sox game, but it was also an extremely important moment in my life for other reasons. Back in September of 2001 we were all going through some tough time emotionally, and my father and I were able to go to the first Red Sox game after baseball resumed after 9/11. Oh my, I have never seen that much emotion in my entire life. When the national anthem was sang, those words meant something entirely new to me, with all of the servicemen and women holding up that humongous American Flag in centerfield. I will never forget that night (nor the montrous Manny homerun) as long as I live.

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