I knew nothing about the Stanley Cup when a large man hoisting a large metal Thing waltzed into State Road on Martha’s Vineyard, and the assembled diners broke into modest pandemonium. Applause, back-slapping, selfies, and kisses on the shiny totem - this was clearly a magical object. Even this team sports hater got a photo with the Cup, because anything that makes squares go that ape shit is ok with me.
I knew nothing about the Stanley Cup when a large man hoisting a large metal Thing waltzed into State Road on Martha’s Vineyard, and the assembled diners broke into modest pandemonium. Applause, back-slapping, selfies, and kisses on the shiny totem - this was clearly a magical object. Even this team sports hater got a photo with the Cup, because anything that makes squares go that ape shit is ok with me.
I feel so informed! We are driving to dinner and cracking up at your last two recordings