So after work, I go to the parentals because I don't want to miss this 7:17 game. (7:17?!?!?! Fuckers.) We ate our dinner at the kitchen table between commercial breaks.

I may have blown a gasket during that pop-up, three run, because... how perfect was that? It was almost poetic.

But around 10:30 dad said he wanted to drive me back to Allston, because he had to be at the JFK by 7:00. And as we drive down Storrow, we see Fenway all lit up and he just sighs, "This is such a beautiful view." The Charles, the Boston skyline... my city is so wonderful.

Hollah at me, Patriots.