Substitute the dude dancing with Pap and you've got the image of what it looked like in my house a little while ago.
Me, with goggles on my head and a cigar hanging out of my mouth on one hand and Ang with a confused look on her face while dancing with me.
The Sox are in the playoffs (as the wild card) and all bets are off.
Forget that 1-8 record vs. The Angels and the Rays most likely winning the division.
Like my Pop always says: It ain't how you drive. It's how you arrive.
October baseball with the MFY's sitting at home?
It really doesn't get any better than that.
Some Things: February 4, 2016
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