How I learned to stop worrying & love the Sox

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I don’t care how badly these clowns are gonna beat me down if they ever see this. Or, for that matter, how much they’re gonna thank me for the props.

Neverthheless, it must be noted that these are some of the most remarkable hat-goggle combos in the history of meathead-kind.

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Posted on Saturday, August 27 2011.

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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