The dance is...minimal. And entirely more awkward than I had imagined. And definitely kind of a cop-out because he darn well knows we were expecting full-on jigging with Papelbon in City Hall Plaza.
But I guess when you throw in the lurching Frankenstein-steps, the goofy grin and the hollering drawl you could cut with a knife, I might be convinced to call it even. Josh just has a very different dorky-celebration style from Jonathan, is all.