The first Sox game is tonight. Even though I harbor a love for the O's that, at times, rivals Jimmy Fallon's in Fever Pitch (the love for the Sox, not the one for Drew Barrymore), I can't help cheering for the Red Sox in the post-season. I'd like to blame Johnny Damon's super-hot ass, but I really thing the fault lies with Ron Goldstein and that Roger Clemens game freshman year.
But yeah, back to the wardrobe issue.
See, some friends and I are going out tonight to cheer on the team at a supposedly Boston-friendly bar (we'll see how this goes). I have a cute hat. It's from Cheers, so it fits the whole Boston thing. The only problem is that it's pink, and the Sox colors (blue and duh, red), if I chose to wear them, would completely clash. It's rather unfortunate.
If I didn't wear the hat, I may face the wrath of the monsoon outside.
Either way, I'll look like a doofus. But would I rather look like a doofus who got caught in a rainstorm or a doofus who doesn't know how to match her clothing?
It's all very confusing.
1 comment:
Why don't you wear the blue hat you bought at Old Navy last St. Patrick's day? It's blue (score!) and even has a shamrock, which could be construed as more Boston-y than the pinky Cheers cap, you know, Celtics and all...
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