
I own a red player jersey replica T-shirt and a cartoonish one of Pedro superimposed over Massachusetts. I bought the latter in Boston when tickets weren't yet impossible to get. Christine was immediately embarrassed at the prospect that her then-boyfriend would spend the next decade and more walking around with a guy's face on his chest. {It was embarrassing then and still embarrassing now.}
Whatever.

Christine, though, complained about the cramped seats and the fact we were facing the Green Monster. I didn't mind, even though some fat lady kept sitting on my jersey, pinning me to my seat whenever she sat down. {In my defense, I have long legs. I felt like my knees were hitting my chin for the whole game. I am thin. I am the proper width to fit in those seats. However, the other spectators weren't as slender. Which was made worse by the fact that it was a hot, humid day and there was way too much skin-on-skin contact with sweaty strangers. In addition, it was an effort to watch anything happening in the infield because of the wonderful location of our seats.}
Pedro's an all-time great, and I have no ill well that he left. His time was up, and as he replaced the Roider, Josh Beckett has replaced him. If Pedro weren't in the Phils' division, I'd wish him well. But he is, so I wish him a string of third-place finishes.
Addendum: I had a dream the other night that Pedro was on the Phillies. I think it was some strange precursor of the Johan trade. Don't ask, I can't explain my dreams.
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