Minnesota wants Boston's cone first. Boston, you'll get it back, promise.
Quick recap if you missed it: during the World Cup, the Tartan Army put traffic cones on a bunch of Boston statues. Bobby Orr, Paul Revere, even the mayor got in on it. Glasgow returned the favor with a custom "BOSTON" cone on the actual Duke of Wellington statue. Zander Murray climbed up there and placed it himself. Five million views. A literal sister-city agreement got signed because of a traffic cone.
They didn't just steal Boston's heart. They stole the whole country's. That's the kind of romance I want my scarecrow to represent.
I can't compete with that story, but I'd like to be part of it.
I'm building a scarecrow for the Minnesota State Fair (biggest state fair in the US, a couple million people walk past it) in honor of the Tartan Army. It needs a cone on its head. After the last two weeks, this feels less like a want and more like a historical obligation.
The ask: I need a cone in Minnesota by August 7th. Ideally the actual Boston one. Realistically, any one with proper provenance.
If you know Andrew Dobbie, Mark Thorburn, or Zander Murray, tag them. If you're flying from Glasgow to anywhere in the US before then and have room for one traffic cone, I will make you internet famous in a Facebook group of Minnesota state fair enthusiasts. That's a real honor, I promise.
Here's the deal: get it from Glasgow. If nobody steals it, I'll figure out how to get one to Boston myself.
Minnesota will love it, and whether it gets stolen along the way or not, we'll get it there. After the fair, it goes straight home to Boston. It belongs there.
Worst case, I paint my own and tell people it's the real one. Best case, Glasgow and Minnesota are basically twinned now too and nobody can stop us.
Who's in?