1. The wave.
2. Act unaffected by the news that Kyle Jackson was released. We'll miss you, Kyle!
3. Wear pink hats.
4. Post about players' divorces. Engagements and babies are one thing, talking about divorce or infidelity feels a little too Page Six/TMZ icky for me.*
5. Boo my team's players at the park. Not even Gagne. I'm serious.**
6. Call the season dead in August. Gary Tanguay, how could you?
7. Watch Sox Appeal.
8. OK, I confess... I do! I watch Sox Appeal! And I hate myself for it. I can't help it - I'm drawn to the trainwreck like a moth to the flame.
9. While I'm doling out confessions: even though pink gear for any team induces my gag reflex, I do wear a green Sox hat. Because I'm Irish, see? /wonders if that excuse will fly
10. The wave. Ever. Never ever ever. On this list twice for emphasis. In fact, I use it as a screening mechanism for guys I date: if they stand up to do the wave at the ballpark, I know immediately it will never work out between us. (Kids and parents with their kids are exempt from this rule, I suppose - although not at Wrigley. I wish it were so at Fenway, too.)

* Fortunately for the gossip hounds, you have the Globe for that.
** Although I did once holler "E-6" at Julio Lugo.




on August 14, 2008 2:31 PM
Amen, sister. Amen.