A stroll to the South End today, via the Common and the Public Garden.
All human life is in the park, the strollers, the ice cream scoffers, the doggies, the Red Sox fans, the bums and the quidditch players. I shit you not. The maniacs pictured below are playing quidditch. Quidditch is, I mistakenly thought, an imaginary game based on the premise that the players can fly on broomsticks and the balls move magically. Unable to defy the laws of physics, these nutters simply look like they are hobbling around doing a giant poo!
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