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The green shutters remained locked along Yawkey Way as cars drove down a street that should have been blocked by program hawkers, peanut sellers, and that Red Sox guy on stilts.

A musty, basement smell filled air that should have been heavy with the pungent odor of sizzling sausages.It had been 169 days since the Red Sox played a game that mattered, a five-plus month stretch that had brought more snow and job losses than anyone would care to count.