Admit it, now that the World Series trophy has paraded through every Middlesex village and farm. You are starting to feel a little sorry for them. The New York Yankees, I mean.
Truth be told, they are pathetic. Their greatest current player, Me-Rod, is stinking up the sport, baying for lucre that he doesn’t need. Their Murderers’ Row of pitching aces is headed for the glue factory. Mussina, Pettitte, Clemens, Rivera – stick a fork in ’em. They’re done…
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this sorry for anyone in my life.
Alex Beam, whoever the hell you are, you can go fuck yourself. We don’t want your pity, nor do we need it. But keep talkin’ the big boy talk, it’ll be that much more fun watching you hit the pavement.
Nothing like a humble champ, right?