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) and I sure didn't know about the Jimmy Fund, so I asked about it. My friend says, "It's the Red Sox charity. Named for a kid with cancer." "Oh," I said. Then I saw a kid running around on the field, so I said -- with complete sincerity -- "Is that Jimmy? Hey, Jimmy!" She almost *died*. Punched me *hard* in the shoulder. "You jerk! He died years ago! What's wrong with you!" Etc. Then she saw my humble hayseed face and realized I was just dumb, so we cracked up.
If the jury is still out on that DD calorie bomb by mid June, Goldy, I'll probably be giving it a shot. Of course, I have still yet to go hit up taco bell for the cool ranch dorito taco. So, don't rely on me much
All right, here's my Jimmy Fund story to lighten your mood. Not a big deal, but here it is:
My freshman year at BU I went to a Sox game. My Mass-born Greek-American friend (who when I first got on USCHO I thought might be the poster Scarlet) -- (and who's middle name is Diana, of course; she has four Uncle Georges) got her dad's Polaroid seats, so we had free (and great) tickets.
There was a big pre-game Jimmy Fund thing on the field. Me being from Indiana I didn't know lots of things
Don't worry, I'll never rely on you - I know better.
Maybe I'll give one a try when I go out east this summer. We might go in August to see the relative in the Broadway show and go up to Boston and the Cape, at least. (Actually I think my reaction is similar to Scarlet's on that sandwich so maybe I'll pass.)
