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Good times.

Friday, December 12, 2003

Matchday 4: soaking wet upon arrival. No waiting. Phil hands me a pair of the karate/OR pants and hangs my sopping wet street pants next to the fan...Oh, are they? No music today. X-ray. Back and left portals accessed. One hour+. Street pants are dry now. Down Charles Street for pizza. Pants are soaking wet now. Across the Commons to the movies.

Doesn't Andy Pettitte look handsome in his new uniform?

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