Pathetic. Just pathetic.
With the Mets in town, the Redsox are hosting a reunion of the 1986 Team. I've got no problem with this - that was a damn fine team, and liked in this town. It had popular veterans, popular youth, a couple home grown Hall of Famers.
The celebration included a rewrite of the ending to the 1986 series. Williams Tiant Foxx?! Yo - the team won two years ago. Let it go, people!
Anyway, to any and all of those whom I have previously upbraided for accusing Sox fans of Wallowing in misery, I offer an unconditional apology.
I'd really like to blame this all on the marketing department of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation, but I can't muster the energy. Phagh
The blonde can #%&@ing fly! Did you see that? She #%&@ing flew!
Cheshire Crossing - The League of Extraordinary Wayward Gentlewomen.
We challenge each other with our own mortality.
David Copperfield's next big illusion? Immaculate Conception.
The theological implications alone are staggering. Me? I'm looking forward to the Penn and Teller version.