Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Its late June, and the baseball season is in full swing. Sox are winning some ballgames, and by all accounts, it should feel like summer. But it doesn't. Its miserable out. ALL. THE. TIME. The mid-summer classic does not feel around the corner. So to combat this perpetual grayness, we have to summon the powers of the 90's rap scene. Will, Jazz, let 'em know, yo.