Nothing sets the tone for an afternoon game at Fenway like some good old fashioned crazy lady dancin’. Sure, physically, she’s in the Monstah seats… but in her mind, you know she’s at the Old Grist Mill, circa 1942, getting down to the thumping vibes of Duke Ellington and washing away her fear of Nazism with a couple vodka tonics.

Or something like that. Anyway: we’re always down for a Jools sighting. And watch for Bobby Kielty in right.

See you at 2:05pm.