My faith in the Red Sox is restored. All is forgiven. Let bygones be bygones. Bury the hatchet. Kiss and makeup. No harm, no foul. It's all good. Boys will be boys. No problemo.
Why the change of heart? The Red Sox adamantly deny that they were drinking during the game, in the dugout!
Enough said. Mother Teresa would be proud. Pour me a double.
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