Admittedly my dedication to the Boston Red Sox began with a seventeen-year-old girl crush that only seventeen-year-old girls can have (you know what I'm talking about); however, if there is one thing I know about sports, and I don't much, it's that team dedication is largely arbitrary or geography-based and that this illogical nature of team loyalty is universaly accecpted.
Whatever. His wife has fake boobs (sorry mom, breasts) and he's really not the looker I once thought he was. Here's to now having better taste...ha.
My friend Jeremy lives mere minutes away from Fenway Park. (Generally this is a good thing except when you have to hear the Dave Matthews Band for three days straight. I think this is grounds for automatically reducing Murder to Manslaughter. Most people don't realize that in Canada, if you manage to stay awake for 72 hours straight, you get this reduction.) Jeremy and I are going skype daily this week so that he can teach me everything I need to know about the Red Sox this year so that I can get the most out of their visit to Toronto this weekend.
Go Red Sox. And Johnny, we're better off without you.
ps one of the most endearing things I've ever heard was Jeremy's immediate approval of a girl when she informed him that she was a boston fan and not in a pink hat sort of way...boston hats come in all colours now but no real fan has the pink version, obviously
like did u have that crush when he had a crazy beard and long flowing locks?
ReplyDeleteAnd you just got a whole lot cooler, Alice. And not just because you're repping me, either =)
ReplyDeleteit was what the hair and the beard represented. what a rebel.
ReplyDeleteit was even more rebellious when he caved to his wife to move to nyc for her failed show and then shaved his beard and cut his hair in order to comply to yankee grooming standards.
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