After begging the past two summers for a Mohawk, Ang finally gave in and I now have a 7 year old Travis Bickle running around my house. It's slightly disconcerting imagining him in the bath room, looking at the mirror and asking "You talking to me? You talking to ME?"
Thankfully, he's been told repeatedly by the time school starts it'll be gone.
Which is good news, considering the school has enough to deal with since Trot will be starting Kindergarten this fall.
Adding injury to insult is the fact Lester left the game after 4 no hit innings with what the NESN crew is calling "an upper Lat strain".
Sox win 3-2, which takes some of the sting away but I'm not looking forward to a rotation that is minus Lester and Clay for the foreseeable future.
On friendship and (more) healing.
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