I love All Hallow’s Eve. Today at my day job our usual Fight Friday was replaced in light of the holiday by Fright Friday, an event where employees (read: me) were encouraged (read: discouraged) to dress in a costume.

I wore my ratty nasty WaterFire jeans, a hoodie sweater full of holes, and carried around a little paper cup. Who was I, you ask?

The General Manager of the Boston Red Sox.

This is going to spoil the surprise for our Halloween present, but check out my answering machine message.