"If you put on something with Boston on it, you fucking commit to that thing. Whether it's the Bruins or the Red Sox. You fucking commit. There's no cheering for them when they win the World Series and then deserting them when they have a bad year. That's not how you fucking do it. Not in Boston. You watch them for every game, no matter how bad the score is. You shouldn't put something Boston on if you're not gonna be Boston."
via: A very drunk but smart fan at Fenway
^^^^^ THAT SPEAKS TO ME OMF
I LOVE THIS CHSPTER
^ IM REALLY CONCEITED BUT ITS AT THE POINT WHERE I DONT EVEN CARE ILL BE AS CONCEITED AS I WANT
ENJOY TEDDY BEARS 🐻
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"C'mon, please play Marco Polo with us?" Brad and Greg begged simultaneously.
"Guys....," I sighed.
"Yeah, c'mon, Dax!" Milan added.
"Pleaaaaaaase?" Tuukka chimed in.
"It'll be fun!" Bergy frowned.
"Why don't we play Electric Eel instead?" I suggested.
"What's Electric Eel?" Brad asked.
"Have any of you ever played Electric Eel?" I groaned. Shaken heads all around. "Oooof course. So basically, it's like Marco Polo, except the person has their eyes open. And if you get out of the water, you can't be out for more than ten seconds. And in order to go back out of the water, all of your body needs to have gone under water after the last time. Y'all follow?"
"Uh...yeah," Bergy nodded.
"Alright. So basically if you get tagged, you become an electric eel. The last one not tagged wins, and the first one tagged last round becomes the first electric eel for the next round."
"I GET IT!" Torey exclaimed. "Electric Eel...ooooh!"
"You're a fucking rocket scientist, Krug," Milan said sarcastically.
"Shut up," Torey laughed.
"I think Milan should be it first!" Brad yelled.
"I agree!" Torey nodded. Milan looked at me.
"Babe?" he pleaded.
"I think Milan should be it too," I agreed with the two. He narrowed his eyes.
"Oh it's on."
He went underwater to count, and I swam to the corner of the pool where Bergy was, and at that point Milan was up from counting. He started swimming toward us, his abnormally large arms propelling him quickly through the water.
"Can I hide behind you, Bergy?" I begged, trying to get behind him. He laughed devilishly.
"No way," he smirked, swimming around Milan. He came closer, then I remembered I could get out. I pulled myself out as he almost grabbed my foot; then pushing Tuukka into the water. I know, I was a jackass. Milan got Tuukka, and he yelled,
"AW, FUCK, DAX!"
"Sorry!" ...8, 9, 10. Shit. I dove into the water. Right into Greg. He grinned.
"You're it."
"Damn!" I swore. I swam out towards Bergy.
"Got ya!" Milan's voice exclaimed.
"Soupy already got me, dumbass," I grinned. I went underwater and swam towards Brad.
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Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic
Romans"So 7:00 at Ruth's Chris Steak House?" my mother said sweetly. "I think it's on...Summer Street, right?" "School Street," I corrected, rubbing my head. "Well we'll see you at 7:00." "Yeah. I love you," I sighed. "I love you too. This is so excitin...
