Remember NYC Gal?

Perhaps some of you recall NYC Gal, the yin to my yang, the Beirut beer game to my root vegetable receipe? This is the type of thing she sends me on a quiet Thursday afternoon, just for kicks . . .

While her sports teams might be sub-standard, and her city, in general, resembles the frenetic, sophmoric, younger sister to a more refined Boston, she is funny. You have to hand her that.