by Sooze, Babes Love Baseball
There are few things in which I find no delight: changing the cat box, Dane Cook, penises touching other penises, just to name a few.
Watching C.C. Sabathia (a.k.a. Captain Cheeseburger and/or Cheesesteak Commander) struggle through Game 1 of the AL Championship Series, on the other hand, brought me great joy. In fact, it was awesome.
Some folks here in the Midwest are under the impression that they should root for the Indians in the postseason absence of their Twins, Tigers, etc.
Au contraire, mon frère!
In fact, we should go to great lengths in our bitterness to root not only for the opposition, but against said division rival as emphatically as possible. Show me a Mets fan that jumped on the Phillies bandwagon this fall. That's right, it would be sick and wrong.
So, to all of you fans whose teams are long-eliminated, sitting on your loveseat, staring at your Fat Head wall sticker of Tom Brady and thanking Baby Jesus for football, let's band together to root against the Indians/Red Sox/Rockies/D'backs.
It's okay to resent.
Friday, October 12, 2007
I HATE YOU AND THAT'S OKAY
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