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a beautiful weekend at fenway park [we won’t mention the score] for a game between one of the greatest rivalries in sports history. warm sun. bleacher seats. cold lemonade. good looking men. and the chant:

“yankees suck. yankees suck. yankees suck!”

a perfect summer day. with some amazing people.

and i was within armslength of:
dustin pedroia [my secret lover]
big papi
mike lowell
coco crisp