Uehara possesses none of the props of the archetypal closer-as-intimidator. He does not have the headbanger’s entrance music; when the bullpen door swings open at Fenway Park before he comes into the game, what blares on the speakers is a Norwegian techno pop song — Darude’s “Sandstorm” — that was cool at high school proms in 2000. His fastball, as mentioned, does not light up radar guns. He does not punctuate his saves with a snarl and a fist-pump; he usually dissolves into the arms of a teammate. After he put away Iglesias to end Game 5 of the ALCS, one of his many crucial saves during the 2013 postseason, Uehara seemed to be on the verge of tears as he embraced catcher David Ross in what one baseball blog deemed “the tenderest televised hug in baseball history.”