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Sunday, October 19, 2008

Tonight we dine in hell

Jon Lester. Game 7. Getcha popcorn ready.

If Francona can get it through his head that he needs to put up four fingers every time Bossman Junior Upton comes to the plate, we just might pull this off.
Posted by Great White Snark at 9:32 AM
Labels: Jon Lestah, Sawx dood, Sawx kid

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