Papel-shiva. And Lauren is really over it this time.
The grieving ends now. Instead of having a Shiva for Papel-bum, I’m going to have one of those New Orleans-style party funerals. With beer. Lots of beer. And karaoke. I think Papelbon would have wanted it that way.
Wearing my Papel-shirt one last time before it goes the way of the “Go, Johnny, Go” merchandise.
My eulogy. Ahem.
Dear Jonathan Papelbon. He sure was great in 2007. I hope Philadelphia isn’t hell with sandwiches.
After the Papeluneral, we will never speak of him again.
Feel free to eulogize Paps in the comments. RIP. Rot. In. Philly.