Hard Workers Working Hard

Our small but quite solid quartet worked hard in Boston.

What? We did! We worked hard to have all that fun.

But we did not work as hard as the poor bastids who were there to make sure all we had was fun.

Case in point.

Hard worker . . .

. . . working hard.

And then when we got to our seats?

The ballpark was lousy with hard workers . . .

. . . working hard.

Some wore blue . . .

. . . some wore yellah . . .

. . . but all of them were there for a single sole purpose . . .

. . . to pose for Schleckah.

No! To work hard!

To be hard workers . . .

. . . working hard.

Without these guys, the hardest working hard workers in Fenway . . .

. . . nay, the hardest working hard workers in all the land . . .

. . . where would we be?

Nowhere, that's where we'd be.

We'd have no beer, we'd have no peanuts, we've have -- gasp -- no Fenway Franks.

We would, my people, have no pretzels.

Thank you, you hard workers working hard. Thank you.

Keep up the hard work.