It didn't take long to realize that I have left the land of the Mets and Yankees and have re-entered Red Sox Country.

I'm getting my haircut yesterday and the hairdresser says "I am SO jealous right now! My friend is at a barbeque at David Ortiz's house!" I'm like "Uhh...who?" And she says "Big Papi!" And I say "Big Poppy??" And she's like "FROM THE RED SOX!!"

I know the names of three Yankees and that's it's. Now I have to learn the names of the big Red Sox players, apparently. George said "If she had said Derek Jeter would you have known what she meant?" Of course! "Well, he's the Red Sox version of Derek Jeter." Well, that makes sense to me. No wonder she was totally floored. Probably why I look like Emo Phillips now (minus the bangs, thank God!).