Let’s face it, not much going on. Clemens is full of sh!t, the Pats are a step closer to history, and the rest of us trying to figure out who we forgot to buy a gift for. Later, I’ll be rolling my eyes at Uncle Fred’s bad jokes and trying to figure out if it’s OK to grab a third-cousin-once-removed’s ass. After a few egg nogs, the answer is always a resounding “yes!” and I’ve got the mistletoe tied to my belt buckle and all hell breaks loose. What? That doesn’t happen at your Christmas Eve party?
OK, well, enjoy the last shopping day before Christmas.
