Thanks to some sweet hitting (thank you, Doug Mirabelli, and I will totally keep that "if you hit a homerun right here, I will make you chicken parm" promise) and a clutch single from the Man, the
Sox walked off with the win today. And, oh yes, I was there to see it in all its glory.
Normally, I don't wear new Sox gear to an actual game, but I felt my fancy new "
Shift This" shirt called for it. And since the new red hat wasn't technically
new as Dave owned it first, all was okay. And it was. More than okay. Fabulous, actually. Fucking fabulous.
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