This is my second Father’s Day without the old man around. But somehow, I know he’s watchin’. Every time the Sox pull one outta their arse these days, I like to think that dad’s pulling some strings.
So enjoy the day, fathers, sons and daughters. Feel free to dress up in a pillbox hat.
Just make sure whatever the f–k you’re doing is over by 2:05pm, Wakefield Standard Time.
