So, like, I leave New England.
Normality has left baseball.
The Red Sox win the World Series… winning 8 in a row against the Yankees and Cards.
“Screw you guys, IIIIII’m goin home.” [Cartman]
And now the post game… how long will the Boston obits be, when the people that kept saying “just one WS championship before I die” wake up tomorrow? How long until the “priceless” MasterCard marketing guy gets promoted for his Red Sox commercial? And why is the Fox Sports interviewer asking the GM of the Red Sox about the free agents of next year already? Stupid bitch! 5 minutes after the game ends and she’s already “what about next year”?! Blah! Press. Sometimes they just completely suck.
The big question? What in the hell will Boston fans complain about now? Well. Aside from now being a “simply mediocre team” and needing a minimum of 28 more years to catch the Yankees in the total number of titles, that is. I guess they can complain about that… next autumn. *smirk*
Oh, and just kidding on the leaving part, sorry! But I do have to take down the now defunct 1918 sticker on my office door.
Dammit, that’s going to hurt…