My pal, Amy D, is an accomplished athlete, a sensational and soon to be published author, a dabbler in many arts and still has time to be a very hip person. She is also something that I am not (besides an athelete) - a diehard Red Sox fan. While many years of having my hopes dashed by good Sox teams gone badly in the clutch and then being overwhelmed by the mass marketing of said team, I lost interest. Amy, however, is still rah rah and for reasons that make sense to jaded old me. Here she sits with a World Series ticket around her neck, a beverage and her ideal man next to her. Heaven? No, Fenway Park during the World Series.
If you see her at the park, ask her to sing "Tequila."
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