There are things I don’t like about Boston. Like the Patriots and…well, just the Patriots, really. The Boston Yeti pretty much remedies the city–just goes to show you there’s no limit to what one man, or one Yeti, can accomplish.
It is things like this that undermine my goal of absolute misanthropy. I’m dangerously close to feeling that, at this particular moment, I think people are pretty great sometimes. I’m not saying that, but I’m dangerously close. Perilously, even.