Kathleen's ebullient son Conor, who grew up a fan of the hated Bronx Yanquis, now lives in Denver and has adopted the baseball club that labors there. He had the unmitigated temerity to suggest a Red Sox v. Rockies wager, i. e., a representative of the losing side would have to plunge into Massachusetts Bay while the family was assembled for the Thanksgiving Holiday.
We all know what happened in the series, so on a fifty degree day (it could have been much worse) he stripped down to board shorts and took the plunge.
The loser of the wager rises triumphantly from the forty-eight degree water--well, as triumphantly as as possible after the ignominy of a 4-0 sweep. There may have been some whining about the Red Sox payroll, but, hey, the Rox claimed to have God on their side.
Nephew and namesake Conor the Younger also took the plunge, this despite the disadvantage of his having considerably less insulating body mass.
A frigid Conor is attended by his lovely wife Sarah. Behind them is the seaside park where they wed a little over a year ago.
