Dear Messrs. Cherington, Henry, Lucchino and Werner: Stop messing around. Sign Jonathan Papelbon to a nice, fat Red Sox contract. A game at Fenway will never be the same without Pap running in from the bullpen to the Dropkick Murphy’s, “I’m Shipping Up to Boston”. There is nobody better for this role; nobody that plays the part better than our own “Cinco Ocho”. Boston needs Pap and Pap needs Boston. There is no “I’m Shipping Up to Philadelphia” song. It just does not work. Just do it. Here, I’ll hand you a pen. All you have to do is sign the check.
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