The Boston faithful.

To be truthful, these are the kind of people who I am friends with. These who, in spite of the bleakness, posess an enthusiasm without bounds. And once they are rewarded with the grail they pursue, there will be a quiet beyond all silence you have known. And a yelp beyond all barn animals you have heard. And a mass of NorthEastern bartenders who will not dare call last call until Sports Center gives way to an infomercial. And a grace begotten upon the human race that will make all seem all right again.