what a good day today has been!
‘zona one game away from a World Series berth, and the M’s givin’ it to the Yanks in NY… 14-3 at that. Ouch.
11-4… poor, poor Braves… NOT
ah well.
but at least Torre got to be on VH1 for the big music thingy with Clapton, McCartney, and the Who.
Ha!
Us Braves fans were tricked by MFS’s masterful use of NOT. I thought you had changed your mind and become a Braves fan since yesterday and then you went and said NOT – man, oh man, it hit me like a ton of bricks – He was kidding! Imagine my surprise, outshined only by my disapointment.
I really gotta learn the nuances of using that.
Oh well, at least the Yankees lost.
You haven’t seen Yankee haters until you’ve been to Boston. I was at a game at Fenway when the crowd started chanting “Yankees suck!”, which was particularly telling because the Red Sox were playing the Orioles at the time.
I don’t see anybody straining.
Fuck.
That is all. Nothing to see here.
SO . . . MUCH . . . . HATE!!!
Let me clarify my position. I don’t hate the Yankees, they’re a consistently great team with probably the best closer, best starter (even though he’s evil) and best short stop currently playing in baseball. I don’t hate Joe Torre, he’s a brilliant manager who makes all the right small moves (something Lou Pinella has never, and at this point, will never master).
What do I hate? I hate their fans. I hate most all “fans” from big cities. I hate the fact watching them parade into games with their replica jerseys and tags hanging off. I hate listening to them on sports radio shows. I hate the arrogant attitude that presumes the Yankees are the ‘prettiest girl in school’.
I hate the fact that, much like the Chicago Bulls “fans” from the Jordan era, the second, the instant, the very moment the Yankees begin struggling like rats from a sinking ship the fans will depart. Not every New York Yankees fan is like that, I grant you, but enough are that it makes me physically ill.
Take, as an example, the 14-3 game from Saturday afternoon. By the middle of the sixth inning it would have been possible for Paul O’Neil to belt a grand slam home run into the upper deck at Yankee stadium and have the ball lie on the floor until some kid ran up the stairs from the field level. Where the fuck did you go, “fans”? Is there some reason that you think the prettiest girl in school can’t handle having her hair messed up a bit? Don’t give me that “the game was already over, there wasn’t gonna be a comeback” shit because it already happened one time, against the Mariners, this season. Real fans stay to cheer for their team even when they’re down. This was a fucking League Championship game at home in a city that, in theory, has pulled together behind their team in these moments of their hardships but I guess that bridge traffic can be a bitch, huh?
So please, enjoy your titles. Enjoy every precious second of them because we know, you cockroaches, that in a few years you’ll scutter right back under the fridge again while your “favorite team” rebuilds.