Good Ole Bill

At the end of every rainbow, there is Fenway Park
One of my fellow bloggers, a certain Mr. Bill Norris, has many things to recommend him to the public at large. He is intelligent and liberal, a kindly fellow, a published author, and is posessed of a wonderful sense of humour. He is however a fan of the New York Yankees, arch-rivals of this household's prefered baseball clowns the Boston Red Sox.

Bill also holds the distinction of being the most decent Yankees fan to ever stalk the earth. Bill is so pleasant and fair-minded it is indeed hard to believe that he could possibly be an avid supporter of those pinstripe pimps. All last season he and I had an ongoing bet- whoever won a particular meeting or series was allowed to inflict a public humilation on the loser. It was a lot of fun.

In the spirit of ongoing friendly sporting rivalry- and quite out of the blue- the lovely Mr. Norris has sent along a onesie for the impending newt embalazoned with the words "Yankees Suck". For a proud New York sports fan, this is quite a sacrifice, and we were both hugely touched. Thank you Bill.