So I opened up a closet just now and saw the above item, a Big Papi jersey that I didn’t even know I owned. Sent to be my mom a couple of years ago (my memory refreshed by the sighting), the tag still attached. Maybe tonight we’ll get a fresh and crisp Papi, and he’ll lead the way to glory, the shirt a sign from the baseball Gods.
Either that or Buchholz gets shelled. Chat away here.