In the past two weeks, there have been a lot less tickets on the street. I just scored something decent at a good price, but there’s something fishy going on here. Has Ace Tixx tigtened the noose? Perhaps an investigation is in order.
Several healthcare professionals have warned that I'll have a heart-attack unless I seek help for my psychotic hatred of pro sports.
As such, since I work less than one block from Fenway Park, I decided that the only remedy is all-out assimilation. During the 2010 season I hit 43 home games, and have since been referring to the Sox as "we" and engaging in all sorts of other foreign rituals.
Stick with me through my struggle to become a Sox fan, as I force-chug hella beer to numb myself like strippers do before they hit the pole. This is no joke. This is for survival, and for my book, "How I Learned to Stop Worrying & Love the Sox," which drops in 2012.
-Chris Faraone
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My First Game - and "We" Won
Baseball Fans Don't Vote
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I Blacked Out
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