Hordes of Hearts of Pine jerseys moving together in one direction. Somehow, by divine intervention, I get a spot on Payson Street, short walking distance…I’m here following a lead: Attendees at the last Hearts of Pine game were upset about anti-ICE rhetoric. I’ve realized I’ve become something of a cartoon character. So, with clothing inspiration from a famed Gonzo writer, I buy a bucket hat before the big game… accompanied by golden-rimmed aviators. Within thirty seconds, I have spilled six dollars of cider on my shirt.