Yaz Weekend at Fenway Park officially kicked off. It was the culmination of the Year of Yaz, during which all ol’ No. 8 had to do was plant one spike on the dirt in front of the Red Sox dugout to draw increasingly robust ovations.

Carl Yastrzemski was not universally popular through his 23 seasons in Boston. He was blamed for the firing of DIck Williams, the Impossible Dream Team manager, who feuded with the Impossible Dream Team most valuable player, accusing him of dogging it as the 1969 season drew to a weary close.

There were fans who growled that he never came close to repeating his 1967 performance. In its totality – a Triple Crown, a Gold Glove, a limitless supply of clutch hits, clutch catches and clutch throws to nab foes who were foolish enough to test his arm. There were few such seasons before, and there have been few, if any, since.

Yastrzemski answered by sticking cotton balls in his ears before returning to left field one inning.

The man does have a sense of humor.

There was a lengthy pregame ceremony before the Red Sox faced the Indians. He punctuated it by trotting around the warning track, slapping outstretched hands over the box-seat railing,  pausing and waving in front of the bleachers and the left-field seats.

He did it again Sunday afternoon, following career game 3,308. Then he hung around for a few hours signing autographs.