Can you believe my mother made this?
Secondly, Oh, Johnny!
You'll notice what picture isn't here. I formally apologize a hundred times for every occasion on which I have wanted two fielders to collide, no matter how important it was for them to miss the ball. It's going to be a hard habit to break, but I never want to see anything like that again. I sure hope everyone is OK.
Third, Sigh:
We'll miss you William Steig.
It seems like just yesterday I was excitedly showing someone your latest book and talking about how vibrant and lively a nonogenarian you were. Turns out it was the day before.
Fourth, VICTORY!:
Once again, you (The Red Sox) are all invited over for brunch. Not that you were ever uninvited, I just wanted to reiterate. Also, let me hug you. Also, underhanded pitching is ugly. Also, Derek Lowe, you rule.
Was there something else? I'm sure there was, but that's what you get for not being able to post when you think of it. Grrr. My new sweater smells like perfume, and I'm already sneezy. Not a good sign. And I left my most comfortable shoes in Acton. But none of this is important right now.
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