I don’t pay attention to sports. Everybody who knows me, knows this. But lately I’ve been editing sports, and I can’t help it: I’m now interested in the Yankees-Red Sox series. Who wouldn’t be, after last night, although some of the sportswriters got a wee bit hysterical. Curt Schilling has incredible heart, but the NY Daily News described his foot as a “bloody stump.” Please.
Anyway, today I saw the Poor Man’s entry on this and sent it to Dave:
Dear Boston Red Sox
JUST DIE ALREADY! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, BUT IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK!! YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE! I DO NOT BELIEVE! I AM NOT GOING TO WATCH GAME SEVEN! I DO NOT BELIEVE!!
God, I hate this team.
I think this is the first time you’ve ever tried to talk baseball with me. I’m touched.
The Poor Man has the right attitude. I liked his piece last week where he compared rooting for the Red Sox with watching Romancing the Stone for the 28th time.
I’m actually beginning to worry about the Red Sox winning. I want them to but I’m afraid Houston’s going to beat the Cardinals and then, besides Jack being broken-hearted, the Cards are his team, we’ll all be subjected to a two weeks of the political blabocrats reaching for baseball metaphors as they compare the World Series to the presidential election—Texas team vs Massachusetts team, see? It’s ironic, isn’t it? It’s like God’s telling us something, right, Jim?
You said it, Ken. The fates have come to play hardball.
I agree, Jim. You can see the scrappy Texas spirit at work in the underdog Astros.
Sure can, Ken. And those brie-eating wind surfing Red Sox epitomize exactly what most people hate about John Kerry.
But you’ve got to hand it to them, they’re tough in the late innings, just like Kerry.
Wow, aren’t we cool, we’re talking baseball instead of politics!
We sure are! High five me!
Cards vs. Yanks, please, God.
I think that says it all.