I came out of my Gilmore Hall office in Religious Studies today and found this guy screaming at me. I told him, “Actually, Papelbon is in Boston, not Iowa City.” I don’t think he got the joke.
As a huge Red Sox fan, it was a rough night. And it wasn’t Papelbon’s fault. And if I see Mr. Papelbon, I’ll shake his hand, thank him for a great season, and buy him a beer. (And tell him there’s a guy looking for him outside my office in Iowa. ;-)