Around and around and around venerable Fenway Park, venerable Kenny Rogers ran.
        Once, twice, three times he circled the ballyard.
        At first, he had to weave his way through the Boston Red Sox, who were on the field, taking pre-game batting practice.
        I went back to my own work in the press box, high above the field. When I looked down  an hour later, Rogers was still running _ or, more accurately, jogging.
        By then, the Red Sox, some of them young enough to be Rogers’ son, had retreated to their recently-rennovated locker room to rest, and the Tigers _ 0-for-2008 at the time _ had taken the field to hone their own previously-absent hitting skills.
        But Rogers kept running. By his count, he circled the field some 60 times, covering about 12-13 miles. “More than I probably should have,” Rogers confessed with a sheepish grin.
        Rogers’ personal Boston Marathon consumed two hours. To those of us watching, it seemed to last a lot longer than that.
        Kenny’s Tiger teammates smiled. Some shook their heads.
        None joined him.
        “He’s crazy,” Carlos Guillen said.
        But Rogers kept running. Running from the Tigers’ 0-7 start. Running from his personal 0-2 record.
        Ballplayers run laps around the field or up and down the stairs at  empty ballparks all the time.
        But I dare say, in the history of the game, no 43-year-old pitcher has ever run that much.
        Rogers isn’t scheduled to pitch again until Sunday afternoon in Chicago. By then he should have had time to catch his breath.