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It's struck a Fennway Park, and you know what that means?

Baseball is just around the corner.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

This is pitiful.

A thousand people standing in the cold, freezing their butts off, watching a truck.

And we're talking to another Red Sox fan who's been duped into the myth of Truck Day.

And Truck Day is important. We're here for a reason here. Oh, it's a High Holy Day for Red Soxie. It's a high holy day. It's like Easter. Easter. It's the real first time of spring. It's everything. It's the beginning of hope. It's the beginning of something new. You get to see things loaded onto a truck,

and that truck goes down the road. It's 23 degrees out. It's a truck. It is a truck, but it's a truck full of stuff that's got Red Sox logos on. I think most trucks have stuff in them.

No, but that's Red Sox stuff. Red Sox's bats, Red Sox stickers. There are a lot of familiar faces, a lot of

familiar traditions. One woman wore a different Red Sox jacket every year, and we make a big deal

of whether it's going to be lucky or not. Another woman brings cookies to pass out to the other fans.

Yeah, I've been coming for a couple of years. I take the day out of work, and I wouldn't miss it for anything. I've got to be honest, I'm getting kind of moved by the playing. I think I'm turning, because I wasn't crazy about coming out here to do this, but hearing these people singing Sweet Carolina is really having an effect on me. This is what faith is. Red Sox stuff in the right by truck day, truck day. Fred, hello. Hey, guy. Hey. What's going on, are you on fire? How you doing steak and leg? The ace is on the case. I love meatballs. Do you? Let's go Red Sox. Kiss my ass twice. Let's go Red Sox.

Hey me like a bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb.

Go Red Sox.

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