Whilst joking around with a friend about packing up and leaving town, I realized something horrifying: I can't leave. Sure, I have friends here. And family. And a good job. Nice apartment. Whatever. I can't leave my boys. Seriously. What would I do without the RemDawg and Don every night on NESN? My infrequent trips to fabulous Fenway would become even more infrequent. And I would cry. A lot.
So I guess this is it, Boston. You're stuck with me.
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