The folks (or in this case, folk, cuz we were asked by 1 of the guys) at MommaThereGoesThatMan.com asked me and Chuck to break down the series. And just like I did with the TNLP... Chuck and I both took the first chance we got to take our shots.
John Karalis: While all the LA folks are getting their teeth capped, tans sprayed and caviar delivered, we Bostonians are digging out of blizzards and working our asses off at these things called “jobs.” Over here, it’s not about who’s prettiest, it’s survival of the fittest. So while all the folks in LA are trying to play mind games and tell people what they want to hear, we tell the truth… the blunt, in-your-face truth. But we mean it in the nicest way possible.
Chuck McKenney: New Englanders are tough bastards. We can thank February winters for hardening our souls. If you can shovel your car out of 2 feet of snow and make it to work after a treacherous commute down Route 128, all before 9am, you believe you can do anything. Folks in LA freak out when it rains too hard or when there’s a shortage of Louis Vuitton man purses. Enough said.
Tick... tick... tick...
9 hours until gametime. Unless you're a Lakers fan... then we're about 9 hours and 45 minutes until you get to the game fashionably late so everyone can look at you.