ConfessionalPoet:
The ladies of the Fidelity Clubhouse
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Fidelity bar
ConfessionalPoet:
My heart
ConfessionalPoet:
So I decided to turn my attentions indoors...
ConfessionalPoet:
It was at this point I decided to stop looking out the windows at the stadium
ConfessionalPoet:
Down
ConfessionalPoet:
Looking north at empty seats
ConfessionalPoet:
Sigh.
ConfessionalPoet:
Empty Gillette 2
ConfessionalPoet:
Empty Gillette 1
ConfessionalPoet:
Surreal parking spot
ConfessionalPoet:
VIP 22
ConfessionalPoet:
The Scene of the Crime
ConfessionalPoet:
Foam Flying Elvis
ConfessionalPoet:
When what to my wondering eyes should appear...
ConfessionalPoet:
Ray-Ray Jersey and Purple Camo
ConfessionalPoet:
Scenic Gillette 2
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Scenic Gillette
ConfessionalPoet:
Gillette in Autumn
ConfessionalPoet:
I salute your old-school jersey, sir
ConfessionalPoet:
It turned into a beautiful day
ConfessionalPoet:
Good...for another Patriots...
ConfessionalPoet:
Brewski
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Rainy, empty stadium
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Leaving in triumph
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Flying cheerleader hair
ConfessionalPoet:
Chowdahead
ConfessionalPoet:
Pat Patriot makes a friend
ConfessionalPoet:
Rainy Gillette
ConfessionalPoet:
Minutemen with cell phones
