As I was walking with Rakes and Ciera to the pool this afternoon, the UPS truck pulled off of the side street onto our road and sped away. The following conversation took place.
Rakes: (In his own, demented way) Dad! Dere does the Toy Man!
Me: What are you talking about?
Rakes: Dat is De Toy Man, Dad! He brings you Toys, Books, and all tind of fun stuff! Me DOVE de Toy Man, Dad!
I can absolutely GUARANTEE you the UPS man, the pizza delivery guy, and the mail man get no better greeting than the one they get at my house. You'd think they were Santa, The Easter Bunny, and The Tooth Fairy. Yep, that's my boy.
Looking back at video, pictures, commentary, and my own half baked theories on the fight last night, I stand by my initial conclusion.
Jonny Gomes is a King sized dink.
I don't ask for much. But a Josh Beckett 98 mph fastball to his ribcage definitely wouldn't suck.