Terry Francona lives by his own rules. You cannot — I repeat — cannot make him conform to society’s conventions. Here he is riding his scooter to work in Cleveland despite frigid temperatures. With no helmet, he’s clearly remembering a happier time when the wind blew feverishly through his glorious flowing locks.
Ride on, Terry. Ride on confidently in the direction of your dreams.
[H/T: Busted Coverage]