As guests of the Red Sox, Dr. G., Andrew and the traveling party all went to Larry Lucchino’s house to relax before they were scheduled to return to Fenway for the 7:20 game. The two of them, surgeon and patient, walked around the house, exploring. And eventually they reached Lucchino’s office, where a large, gold trophy sat on a credenza behind the desk. Dozens of flagpoles sprouted up from the base of the trophy, and when the two Red Sox fans got close enough to it, they saw it was the trophy from the 2004 World Series. Consider the odds. In 1994, Kris Guleserian was a surgical intern at Brown University Medical Center in Rhode Island, Andrew was born in Midland, Texas, and the Red Sox finished 4th in their division, winning only 54 of 162 games. Ten years later, the Red Sox won their first World Series in 86 years. Three years after that, this strange confluence of events and lives got to Fenway Park for another Red Sox World Series. After an all too brief rest, the traveling party returned to Fenway and another round of press interviews. The PR staff of the Red Sox instructed Andrew as to what would happen when they brought him out to toss the first pitch, where he’d stand, who would be catching. And Kris was content to stand on the sideline and watch.
“I told him, ‘Andrew, you’re going to be awesome. You’ll be great on the mound. I’ll be right over here watching.’ And the Red Sox people are saying, ‘No, Dr. G., you’re going out there with him.’ So now, James Taylor is singing the National Anthem to a full house and it’s dead quiet until he finishes. And they begin to introduce Andrew and tell his story, and then the PA guy is saying, ‘And his surgeon, Dr. Kristine Guleserian, is from Boston, and attended Harvard, and Brown Medical School…’ and guys near me in the stands are yelling out ‘Hey, will you marry me?’ and I’m like, ‘Get those guy’s names!’
“And just before we walk out on the field Andrew asks me if he has to wear his surgical mask, and I said, no, not for this moment. I’d faxed all his records to Boston Children’s just in case something went wrong. He was supposed to wear a mask to keep germs out, and I’m thinking, ‘He’s gonna get sick, I’m gonna get fired.’ And then, when you do a sternotomy, when you cut somebody’s chest open and then you wire it back together, you tell them, basically, ‘NoNothing for six to eight weeks.’ And here, this kid is barely three weeks out of transplantation, and he’s going to throw a baseball before a stadium full of people and national TV.
“And then, the stadium got completely quiet as he threw the pitch. And when the catcher caught it, everybody just went crazy. It was wonderful. So now we’re walking up through the stands to Mr. Lucchino’s box, and all these big, tattooed Boston fans are high-fiving Andrew, ‘Way to go, Dude! You rock!’”
Finally, in the Red Sox suite, a chance to sit back and watch some baseball, in between meeting movie stars and politicians who popped in and wanted to see the young pitcher and his surgeon. Curt Schilling pitched a gem for Boston and the Red Sox won 2-1. After the game, like any good fan, Andrew wanted to head for the souvenir shop. It was then that Kris confessed her gambling secret to him.
“I told him what I’d done in Vegas, how I bet on his number, and I handed him the money and told him to get anything he wanted. But I realized at that point, it’s now midnight, and between meeting people in the suite all night and chatting with everybody, I hadn’t had anything to eat, and I was starving. But then, one of the Red Sox VPs comes over and asks if Andrew would like to meet some of the players, and the one he really wants to meet is Josh Beckett, the pitcher, that’s his hero. The guy takes us down to the clubhouse and we meet everybody, we get pictures with every player. And all these major league players are coming up to Andrew and high-fiving and telling him how great he did. And they meant it. They were really, genuinely happy for him. And then, we figure most of the players are on the bus and I haven’t met Mike Lowell, who is my favorite, and we’re just about to go and out of the locker room walks Mike Lowell, freshly showered, smokin’ hot, right? And we get a photo of the three of us. And then they have to go.
“Two days later, we’re back in Dallas and we’re doing a live morning show out of New York, and Andrew gives me a picture his family took of him, and me and Mike Lowell. But Andrew tells me, ‘I cropped myself out, so it’s just you and Mike now.’”