Finally, PawSox. Tomorrow. Okay, today. Much like The Thomas Crown Affair (the McQueen version), there will be people scattered throughout the stands that I may be able to give the nod to. My people.
I will be bundled beyhond recognition, as my circulation is sub-par and I tend to get cold. It is not a skinny-girly thing, trust me. I am French-Canadienne and I am rugged and outdoorsy and peasanty. If you are going, please dress warmly and possibly bring a blanket, as it may get below 40.
I Dew not think we Dew.