Jerry. He says his name is Jerry. By the evidence of the detritus in the cab of his pickup truck, he likes Newports, power tools and a particular prophesy disinterred from a fortune cookie and taped to his dashboard.
As for Red Sox Nation, it has turned its medieval weaponry into plowshares or something. By the way, as of this writing, a look at the standings in the American League East reveals that the Yankees this year kinda do suck.