four nice things about the red sox
And now, for something nice about the Red Sox, which I am being forced to write by virtue of the Yanks getting blown out two games out of three last weekend.
I've missed four days due to being busy with other things, so now I must make up for it. This is making me ill, I want you to know.
Nice thing 1:
Yaz is a Long Island boy, so I always give it up for him.
Nice thing 2:
Red Sox fans are not as nasty as their Bruin counterparts, who once tried to beat me up outside of Boston Garden.
Nice thing 3:
They are not the Mets. Specifically, they are not the 86 Mets, my most hated team of all time in any sport, ever.
Nice thing 4:
They are not in first place.
That's a nice thing to me. You didn't say it had to fit in with your idea of nice.
And yes, I am still working on finding a piece of Red Sox paraphanelia that I can wear in a photo, which will be suitable for framing and/or humiliation.
Twelve is a magic number.