Dear Bag Guy,
It hasn't even been 24 hours, but it's already hard to remember what the world was like before you walked into our lives.
Actually, you didn't walk into our lives. You just sat there wearing a Red Sox jacket and a big brown paper bag over your head as Josh Beckett poured fueled on the fire.
As a result, what should have been an awful experience became one of the most entertaining and strangely uplifting stories of the entire season. For two innings, it was fun to be a Red Sox fan again.
All thanks to you.
You're a hero.
Unfortunately, with the success of your original, you know that the imitators are about to come out in full force. I wouldn't be surprised to see more than few bag heads when the Sox take the field tonight. Eventually, the craze will get played out, unfunny and brutally annoying.
I'm saying you've created a monster, Bag Guy.
But I can't stay mad you.
And we'll never forget you.