In a liquor store in Massachusetts last night, the gruff old guy behind the counter chats with a gruff older customer:
“So, they traded Roberts.”
“I liked him. Good fourth outfielder. This Payton kid is supposed to be good. Fast.”
“Yeah. Now we need another pitcher. Yanks got Johnson.”
“I like this kid Clement. No need to panic. We won the World Series.”
Good to be back in Red Sox Nation.