There’s a movie that seems to be on a continuous cable loop called “Devil,” in which a group of people are trapped in an elevator. The plot is rather convoluted, but it comes down to this: one of those trapped is ol’ Lucifer himself (herself, as it turns out), whose mission it is to claim the souls of people who have escaped prosecution for heinous crimes.All but one – a man responsible for the hit-run death of a police detective’s wife and child – die in the elevator at the hands of Satan. The police detective somehow manages to be assigned to monitor the elevator situation, the two meet, and the rest, I guess, is history.If they were looking for a location for the sequel, they could do worse than Fenway Park. Saturday night, two of the three elevators used to transport media from the entrance to the press box malfunctioned. The second of the two snafus involved a couple of national media figures who had to climb out of disabled car, and that made the AP wire and a couple of newscasts.But there was one earlier in the evening, and wouldn’t you know? Yours truly, along with WEEI’S Rob Bradford, and another out-of-town media guy, were trapped for about 15 minutes prior to game time. I dare anyone in that situation not to panic. One guy (not me!) was pressing every button he could press … and nothing, of course, worked. The emergency “help” line kept ringing. A call to media aide Abby DiCiccio (thank goodness for cell phones and elevators that have signals) bore more fruit, and finally someone pried the door open and got us out. And don’t think I wasn’t conjuring up images of that movie while I was in there.Thankfully, we didn’t have to climb out of the ceiling (not sure I could have pulled that off), but just the same, when it comes to helpless feelings, being trapped inside a steaming hot elevator, with the sweat pouring off you, is right up there close to the top.We all got out OK, and in retrospect, I kind of feel cheated that our little adventure came in second in all this! But seriously, I think Mr. Otis needs to pay Fenway a little visit.I mean, I’ve heard of this job having its ups and downs, but this was ridiculous.uOther nuggets picked up: Conversation in the press box, between a former Red Sox coach and I, covered a few topics. He wondered why Jacoby Ellsbury doesn’t bunt for base hits more, noting the Arizona Diamondbacks second baseman was playing the speedy center fielder almost on the outfield grass.”He could get so many hits with a drag bunt,” he said.Interesting question. Of course, Ellsbury has an on-base percentage in the .360s, and knocked in two runs in Sunday’s 4-0 win, so let’s cut him some slack.On Jon Lester: “he dominated with three pitches: fastball, curve and cutter. Somehow, someone convinced him he needed a changeup, and now he’s lost the feel for his other pitches.” The ex-coach also feels Lester is “too big.” Not fat. Just big, perhaps from lifting weights.”He’s not fluid,” the coach said. “You need to be fluid … smooth. You can’t do that if you’re all bound up. All this lifting and everything … you don’t need it.”Interesting perspective, especially in light of all this steroid/performance enhancing drug business.On Dustin Pedroia: He’d hit .350 if he didn’t let so many first-pitch strikes go by.”On Curt Schilling: He had maturity issues when he was with us early in his career. He got it, but it took a long time.”On Roger Clemens: I don’t think I ever saw anyone prepare for a game the way he prepared for it. You can say a lot of things about him, but you can’t question his dedication and preparation.”uIf Jake Peavy pitches even half as well as he pitched Saturday night for the rest of the season, we may have a happy ending to this season.